#give crowley some soup

[hikarry]

We know Crowley prefers drinking over solid food

So, I ask, does he like soup? I mean, if it doesn't have chunks, soup is the most liquid food there is

Imagine they go to the Ritz and the only course Crowley actually ingests is the soup. All the rest he just nibbles at and then pushes it towards Aziraphale

In the cottage, when it's cold, Aziraphale makes him soup while Crowley is curled in a blanket on the sofa in front of the fireplace and everything is cozy and warm and nice

In my head, Crowley is a soup apologist

[zephyrspace]

even if you have a rosary, who will save you now?

gn!yuu, very short headcanons + scenarios

summary: yuu accepts that there is no way home and that the world will keep turning no matter what. with no worth to their name and no real purpose in this twisted wonderland, except for solving other people’ problems, they decide to stop caring.

cw: swearing, violence, blood. dm me if i’ve missed anything!

a/n: title is translated lyrics from the song US by ruby ibarra. imagine yuu as however and whoever you want!

“woe is me, prefect! i just have so much paperwork to do that i completely forgot about your weekly food allowance. however, to speed things up a bit, if you lend me a hand here, i could probably get the allowance before the end of next week!”

yuu slinks over to one of crowley’s stacks of paperwork and ruffles through it. not without noticing how some pages were completely blank, ‘probably to bulk up and exaggerate the stack,’ yuu thinks and their eye twitches.

crowley gulps at being caught. but neither of the two say anything about it.

“i’m sure at your grown age you’re supposed to be able to manage your time better than this, but of course i didn’t expect anything from you.” yuu throws the binded document carelessly over their shoulder and onto the floor.

“wha-”

“as a minor under your care, this kind of thing could be considered child labour and abuse. especially for not prioritising my allowance.”

“but, prefect-”

“in other words, this isn’t my problem, bird shit for brains. so, unless you want me to call whatever magical bullshit equivalent you have of child protective services you have in this world, go ahead, give me your work documents. i would be ever so happy to oblige.”

the prefect’s eyes were icy and the atmosphere in the office turned chilly. crowley attempts to smarten up and clears his throat.

“i will have the cheque ready before noon.”

looking down at crowley, yuu sends him a smile with no trace of warmth.

“that’s better.”

unhinged!yuu wouldn’t actively seek out to fight people unless students do it to them first, which is all the time. kind of like ‘i’m nice to you if you are to me. but the second i deem you an enemy, you’re done’ mindset.

those who knew and were ‘friends’ with yuu, didn’t believe in their newly acquired attitude at the beginning, but after a group decided it’d be funny to poke at yuu a bit during lunch, that’s when they realise that yuu was serious about not caring for anything at all.

“oi, magicless runt.”

taking a bite from their sandwich, yuu looks up at the senior holding a tray of food, “hm?”

“get up.” the senior’s friends behind him snicker.

“why?” they take another bite. ‘i wish adeuce and grim would hurry up with their food.’ yuu thinks.

“there’s no more seats.”

“mhm?”

“as your seniors, we get priority.” the senior’s smile widens.

“hm.” another bite. “ish that shou”

with crumbs and sauce at the corners of their lips, yuu wipes it off with their thumb and licks it. they gulp down the remainder of the sandwich.

“sorry, senior. but i don’t see that rule anywhere in the canteen.” they swipe off the leftover crumbs on their hands.

“i thought you’d might say that.”

the senior picks up a bowl from his tray and dumps soup onto yuu’s head.

it’s still boiling hot.

it hurts.

“scram, first year. before i do something worse-”

the senior is on the floor, on his knees and doesn’t realise blood is seeping from his nose until it drips onto the tile.

by now, the whole canteen is silent.

he doesn’t even get time to process what happened until he feels a shin connect with his side and launches him onto another nearby table, his legs dangling off the side, uniform ruined.

“why you-” one of his goonies attempt to throw a punch back at the prefect.

yuu grabs his wrist and used the momentum to throw the senior onto his back. he chokes on the impact.

the rest of the group stays at their spots. ‘smart choice,’ yuu scoffs.

the prefect walks over to the first senior lying against the now abandoned table and grabs whatever food was on the nearest plate and forcibly stuffs it into the senior’s mouth. a whole bread roll.

“oh, senior! i see you’ve found a table to sit at!” the senior had tears along his waterline from the gag reflex of having a whole roll of bread in his mouth.

yuu shoves the bread roll further down the seniors throat. twisting and turning it. the senior makes sounds of retching and pain. “although, preferably, it’d be better to sit on the seat rather than on the table, no?”

the senior could only nod at yuu’s words.

yuu pats his hair demeaningly.

“good boy.”

in essence, yuu becomes very assimilated to nrc. scarily so.

[aziraphales-library]

Thank you for all the work you’ve done, this blog is truly a god send. Do you have any good sickfics to recommend? Both of angsty and fluffy varieties, thanks in advance

We have an entire #sick fic tag with loads of fics already recommended, so do check that! Here are more to add...

Uiscefhuarithe by midnightdragons (G)

“S’cold,” Crowley whined, his teeth chattering as he spoke, and Aziraphale sighed sadly, his hand moving to brush over the demon's forehead. “You’re very warm,” he whispered, cupping Crowley’s cheek in his palm. Aziraphale leaned down to press a kiss to the bridge of Crowley's nose, and he leaned into the touch with a wavering sigh. “Is it from the weather, do you think, darling?” (In the South Downs, Crowley falls ill one cold winter morning; Aziraphale offers all of his comfort, and receives comfort in return. Title from Hozier’s “To Someone From A Warm Climate.”)

Love's Strange by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

When Aziraphale falls ill, he asks Crowley for help getting more comfortable. Crowley protests, worried about getting sick too, but Aziraphale knows he can always count on his demon.

A bath to love ourselves better by Between_stars_and_Nebula (G)

Aziraphale collapsed with a high fever from overwork and Nina advised Crowley to give him a bath to cool him down. Alert sweetness and tenderness.

Chicken Noodle Soup for the Demonic Soul by Bazzpop (G)

Admittedly, Crowley hadn’t been feeling too great for the past few days, but that doesn’t stop him from taking his angel out to dinner and heading back to the bookshop for some much needed TLC.

Practiced Intuition by verbalequinox (G)

In any other scenario, Crowley would have let out a highly irritated and exasperated groan and chewed Aziraphale out; however, as Aziraphale put his hand across his glistening forehead to check his temperature, he found himself completely unable to fuss at the angel. Demons usually ran hot temperature-wise, but this was unlike anything Aziraphale had ever felt before. If Crowley was a human, he’d be dead already to the likes of a fever this high and aggressive. Can he successfully nurse Crowley back to full health?

Bonum et laudabile by hapax (M)

When Aziraphale is injured by an occult weapon that prevents miraculous healing, Crowley turns to human medicine out of desperation. But in nearly six thousand years, humanity has yet to come up with an effective cure for sepsis.

- Mod D

[lemonandlime22]

So bitty yuu gets sick reactions/hc?

Sick Bitey child!Yuu

Warning(s): Long, cussing, not edited yet

A/N: This is so adorable, ty for requesting, I hope you enjoy! I did my best to get everyone in there lol.

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist] [Hc related sketch]

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You have probably gotten sick a whole hack of a lot in your little life

you just didn't know what it was

all you knew was that something was not right with your body.

First to notice is obv Grim

he does his best to take care of you, but he knows close to nothing about human biology or anything like that

Grim ends up taking you to school for help.

Imagen the sight it was for other students

a small child with a messy snot-covered face that has a slight red hue to it, eyes puffy from crying and constantly coughing and sniffling

and a fire cat monster thing panicking next to them.

You two end up walking past the meeting room for the HouseWardens, as the meeting was just ending.

Riddle is silently panicking while trying to check you over while scolding the both of you but mostly grim for coming to school.

Leona doesn't give a fuck and just walks back to his dorm to sleep and skip the rest of the school day.

Azul hands you his spare handkerchief to wipe yourself off with, to which Riddle sighs and takes said handkerchief to wipe your face for you.

another reason added to the list of why you call him mama

Kalim panics a little but tries to cheer you up by handing you one of his bracelets to play with,

Vil just goes,

"ew."

and walks to his next class.

Idia does the same as Vil, if he's even there,

Malleus- or Lilia more likely, would pick you up and take you to the infirmary while rubbing circles into your back.

The first years will prob visit you first,

Ace would bring cards so you won't be bored while you're in there.

Deuce would try to make you the soup that his mom used to make for him when he was sick, but he failed and Trey ended up helping and even making a couple of your favorite goodies for you too.

Jack has a few little siblings so he knows how to cheer up sick little kids, he'll prob bring you a children's book that would help his siblings when they were sick.

Epel brings you his family's apple juice that you love so much.

Sebek doesn't go anywhere your sick ass, what if he gets sick and accidentally gets Waka-sama sick?!?

Cater also wouldn't come but would send his good wishes with one of his dorm members.

Ruggie would bring you some donuts.

Floyd would come and try to annoy hang out with you but Jade would drag him away so you can get your rest.

Rook does a quick in-and-out check-in on you, he'll see how your doin', say a few fancy words, and leave.

Jamil is another one that doesn't go anywhere near you, and keeps Kalim away too.

Ortho would drop by to say hello and give you some advice he looked up on how to deal with sickness.

Silver is taken to visit you by Lilia, he gives you some words of encouragement, then passes out on one of the other beds.

Malleus would come later at night when your fast asleep, he'll bundle you up in your blanket like a little burrito and hold you for a little while, maybe take you on a walk around the campus for some fresh air.

Crowley doesn't even know your sick unit like 3 weeks after your all better.

Btw the ppl who check in on you the most are, Riddle, the ADeuce duo, Lilia, Kalim would try but like I said Jamil would keep him away, Malleus, and Grim is there permanently by your side the entire time.

[sonkitty]

The Sideburns Scheme Post #41

(For reference: The Sideburns Scheme)

Crowley, Good Omens 2, Episode 3, I Know Where I'm Going, doctor

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Sideburns Check

The sideburns point to Crowley's mouth. That's the standard in this minisode besides the mausoleum.

There are really two spaces involved. The first is the street along the way to the house where Crowley stands outside the threshold.

The second space is past the threshold and then being within Mr. Dalrymple's space. This space has some lamps and some lit candles. It also has remnants of the dead for Mr. Dalrymple's work.

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Comparison

Here's another comparison picture. The two on the left are from the previous minisode scene. The two on the right are from this scene, with the one further in being from before Crowley still standing in the street, before crossing the threshold.

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Earthly Objects

(For reference: Earthly Objects)

I'm not going to name the exact sets, but this scene has multiple sets that are likely chained together.

Aziraphale narrating says Elspeth's name.

Crowley and Elspeth are touching the cart. Mr. Dalrymple touches the doors as he opens them. Elspeth asks, "Doctor Dalrymple?" so that's a combined name and question.

Mr. Dalrymple corrects Elspeth by saying, "Mr. Dalrymple, FRCSE." Then he wipes his hands on his apron.

While Aziraphale talks, Crowley is shown as touching the cart in a different spot.

Mr. Dalrymple asks a question with, "What do you want?"

Crowley says Mr. Dalrymple's name.

Elspeth is shown wheeling in the barrel and touching it.

Crowley follows and removes his hat.

Then Aziraphale enters and removes his hat.

Mr. Dalrymple enters last and moves to touch a rag to wipe his hands.

As the conversation ensues, Crowley is given a chance to say his name. He deflects with, "Oh, doctor. I'm not a surgeon."

It's a joke because of how Mr. Dalrymple introduced himself and because David Tennant is famous for playing The Doctor in Doctor Who.

It's also a hint about the potential rule that Crowley is never allowed to say his own name during any given time period. If the Rule of Three applies as well, it has now been met. He avoided giving his name to Aziraphale in Before the Beginning and with Sitis in A Companion to Owls. This exchange would be the third time of avoiding giving his name.

Aziraphale has a miracle touch on the barrel before Elspeth opens it. Elspeth is shown touching the lid before the contents of the barrel are revealed.

Mr. Dalrymple has a question, "Is this a joke?"

Aziraphale says Mr. Dalrymple's name. Another Rule of Three is met now that "Mr. Dalrymple" has been said 3 times within the scene.

Elspeth's shown as having changed the nature of the touch on the lid.

Mr. Dalrymple is touching the barrel.

Elspeth touches her pocket but why? It's like she's putting something in it, but given the full context of the scene, what would go in it?

After Elspeth leaves, Mr. Dalrymple is touching a cleaver and a rag when Crowley puts a time stop on him.

Aziraphale says Elspeth's name.

Crowley resumes time.

Mr. Dalrymple continues his touches as he invites the two supernatural beings to discuss his work in the form of a question.

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Time to pay attention to the pockets...

Aziraphale seems to get an Overhead Light to his left this scene when he messes up the body inside the barrel. That is weird. Well, weird by Earthly Objects standards that is. Earthly Objects itself is plenty weird already.

Crowley ends up visually pocketed between Elspeth and Mr. Dalrymple when Mr. Dalrymple says he's not paying for this soup.

Mr. Dalrymple is visually pocketed between Aziraphale and Crowley when Crowley stops time.

When Crowley stops time, he's making an arm pocket with his left arm and using his right arm to cast the time stop. There's a lit candle visually in front of him as well.

Before Crowley stops time, aside from his right arm, his body is visually outside the door frame behind Mr. Dalrymple. Aziraphale's still getting into position, so he is visually in front of the door frame.

When time resumes, Aziraphale is visually outside the door frame. Crowley is mostly visually outside the door frame too. The lower part of his coat is briefly over it, but it is cleared by the end of the overall cut.

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Story Commentary

To me, the most noteworthy thing is that when time resumes, Crowley uses Aziraphale's miracle sound.

If this scene is "edited," in that there was a different or extra miracle involved that's not the time stop, that would be a clue about such an edit, along with Elspeth's pocket touch.

If the scene is really is showing and meaning that Crowley is resuming time, then I think that's supposed to be a clue that Crowley can forge Aziraphale's miracle sound. That's important because of The Door Trick in episode 6. Who summoned that elevator? Crowley is my top suspect. The miracle sound then is similar, but not quite the same, as Aziraphale's miracle sound, but Aziraphale himself looks surprised and looks over to Crowley, as if Crowley is his top suspect too. The Metatron's too busy making mistakes to question the matter.

The "pickled herring" writing on the barrel is super obvious and super not "red herring". It's funny after writing the above because that's like the story saying yeah, Crowley resumed time that way, there's no red herring here.

Since I think the barrel is a clue to Aziraphale, I'll go with the guess that's the memory emphasizing that clue for him. He hasn't seen the barrel at the pub in Edinburgh yet.

The way Crowley and Aziraphale cross the threshold is unusual. While I've realized they vary more than I thought in crossing thresholds overall, this particular version has them "pocketed" between humans with Elspeth first, Crowley second, Aziraphale third, and Mr. Dalrymple fourth. No one closes the doors until Elspeth leaves.

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While this minisode implies Aziraphale is the character POV because of his narration, it follows the scene of Crowley talking to Gabriel about gravity and Operation Lovebirds, suggesting that Crowley could still be sharing the POV, as Aziraphale did with him in the previous minisode.

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That's it for this post. Sometimes I edit my posts, FYI.

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Main post:

The Sideburns Scheme

[straightupsickfics]

secret ingredient

can you believe it's december? i can't.

but i did manage to finish this little good omens soup fic that i'm going to use as day 2: bowls of soup for the 12 days of sickmas prompt list <3

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For a being that never needs to sleep, Aziraphale is sick enough that he looks like he’s on the verge of falling asleep on his feet, and Crowley cannot say he enjoys seeing his angel this way. Always so full of excited energy and quick, unexpectedly funny quips, Aziraphale can do little more than blink dazedly at him at the moment. 

“Did you hear me, angel?” Crowley asks gently. He’d asked if Aziraphale wanted to go upstairs for some lunch and a nap, but the angel hadn’t replied. Instead, he’d snuffled helplessly into his tartan handkerchief, seemingly on the cusp of a sneeze that kept backing off at the last second. 

Now, Aziraphale brings a hand to his face and rubs at his eyes, thinks for a second, then shakes his head. “Ah, not quite, sorry, dear,” he murmurs. 

He just looks sick and contagious at this point, what with how red his nose has gotten in the last few hours alone, the way the dim light in the bookshop draws attention to the dark shadows beneath his eyes… 

“hh’hDTISshhh’oo!” 

…And the near-constant sneezing. 

Aziraphale hardly looks relieved at finally having sneezed, though. No, he looks like his sinuses are giving him hell, like he knows there are plenty more where that came from. He gives his eyes another rub, this time to wipe away an irritated tear, and Crowley can’t help but move in and envelope him in his arms. The angel settles into the hug almost immediately, sighing with relief as he tucks his head into Crowley’s shoulder, the soft sound of sniffling muffled against the warm fabric of his turtleneck sweater. 

“Sorry, I’mb snf! Quite a sight today, I’m sure,” Aziraphale mumbles. 

“Mm, sight for sore eyes,” Crowley says, tucking a kiss against the top of his ear. “Alright, let’s get you settled then, shall we? A nap might do just the trick. Take it from me angel, there’s nothing that sleeping for a few decades won’t fix.”

“Surely not decades,” Aziraphale says with what can only be called a pout. 

“Well, no, ideally not. Think I’d miss you too much for that,” Crowley confesses, and smiles a little when he feels Aziraphale hug him just that much tighter. 

“And while you sleep, I’ll make us some soup.” 

This is enough to make Aziraphale release him from their embrace and fix him with as withering a look as he can manage, given the circumstances. “Soup? Do you actually know how to cook… well, anything?” He asks, frowning.

Crowley gives an offended little sniff. “Not as such,” he says. “But how hard can it be? Humans do it every day, multiple times a day. And there are plenty of cookbooks for me to reference,” he teases.

Aziraphale’s eyebrows lift in alarm. “Cookbooks?”

“Sure, our cookbooks. In our cooking section,” Crowley explains. 

“Our cookbooks,” Aziraphale repeats under his breath.

Crowley grins at him. “Right, bed. And soup. Don’t worry about a thing, angel, everything will turn out just tickety-boo.” 

The angel is apparently too exhausted to argue any further, because he lets Crowley lead him upstairs to the small, cozy apartment they’ve been sharing these last few months. It’s strange, seeing Aziraphale curling up under the blankets. Normally it’s just Crowley who makes use of the bed for sleeping, with Aziraphale tucked in snugly beside him with a book and a hot cup of tea. 

It’s almost too tempting to slip in beside him now, draw the curtains, and lay down for a nap of his own while Aziraphale sleeps away his cold, but… there’s something drawing him to the idea of making the angel soup. Something quietly romantic and domestic about making something with his own hands that will make his partner feel better. 

So, Crowley makes sure Aziraphale has no less than three blankets, ensures that his feet are properly covered, and presses a kiss to his forehead before he promises to be back soon. 

“Don’t spill anything on my books, please,” Aziraphale frets through a yawn. 

He’ll be asleep in a matter of minutes, Crowley knows, whatever winter virus he has is taking a toll on him enough to knock him out for a good few hours. 

“You can trust me, angel,” Crowley says from the doorway. 

And he can. 

*

In the kitchen, things fall apart pretty immediately. 

Crowley has no idea where Aziraphale keeps anything, or, for that matter, which kind of soup the angel would prefer. And exactly how small is “diced?”

He decides on chicken soup because that’s a classically human “sick day” soup according to everything he’s observed over the years, and it seems simple enough. He’s not sure they have “wild” rice, but surely regular rice will do the trick? 

Of course he could conjure up the soup with much less effort, but that defeats the purpose. So, he chops and boils and hopes for the best, and the kitchen soon smells quite delicious, if he says so himself. 

(He does). 

Crowley ladles the soup into a bowl, conjures up some bread (he’s not that good in the kitchen after this singular attempt), sets everything on one of Aziraphale’s ancient serving trays, and makes his way back to the bedroom. 

“Hh’iiishh! Iishh’oo! Oh, good l-lord…hUH’ieesshhh’oo!” Aziraphale is in the throes of a sneezing fit when he opens the door, though, his body pitching forward as he sneezes helplessly into the pile of blankets, too tired to do much else. 

“Sounds like I’m just in time,” Crowley says by way of greeting. He sets the tray down on the bedside table and leans over to press a kiss to Aziraphale’s forehead. He definitely sounds worse than he had before his nap, so it wouldn’t be out of the question for him to have a fever now, too. 

“You always are,” Aziraphale says, still sniffling. “Don’t do that, you’ll get sick too,” he says, a worried edge seeping into his voice. 

“Bit late for that, isn’t it?” Crowley muses. “Here, look, I didn’t even burn anything down. I’m sure you’ll tell me if it’s shit,” he says, offering the bowl out for Aziraphale to take. 

“I hope I can even taste it,” Aziraphale says sadly. “Thank you, though, for going to the trouble, my dear. You’ll have some, too, yes?” 

“‘Course,” Crowley says, “when have I ever made you eat alone? No, don’t tell me, I’m sure there’s a running list in that brain of yours.” He takes the second bowl and sits next to Aziraphale on the bed. 

Crowley largely ignores his own soup, though, too busy watching Aziraphale take a careful first bite. Something flickers over his face, there and gone too quickly even for Crowley and his 6,000 years of Angel experience to parse, and he can’t help but frown. Maybe it hadn’t gone to plan the way he’d thought. 

When Crowley looks up again, Aziraphale’s face is flushed a delicate shade of pink and his eyes are shining bright with just barely held back tears. 

“What’s happening, angel?” He asks, worried now that something really is wrong. He scoots himself over towards Aziraphale and runs a hand through the familiar, soft blond strands, though this only makes him shake his head and the tears fall in earnest. 

“Oh, my dear,” Aziraphale sighs, swiping them away.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or should I start guessing?” Crowley says, deflecting as his face grows warm from the affection in Aziraphale’s voice. 

His angel gives him a smile so soft and fond that Crowley’s at risk of melting right there on the spot. “I can just...taste...how much love went into this,” Aziraphale finally explains, eyes still shining bright and not breaking eye contact.

“Ngk. I. Well, you know. I do…love you,” Crowley manages to croak, peering over the rims of his sunglasses so Aziraphale can see his eyes, too. 

Aziraphale beams at him. “I’ll be feeling as good as new after this, I think; thank you my love.” 

“S’nothing,” Crowley says, though he knows they both know it isn’t and has never been nothing when it comes to them. Aziraphale lets it go, though, just continues to smile at him as he sniffles through every few bites. 

When they’re done, Aziraphale curls himself up around Crowley, full and warm and ready for another nap, it would seem. 

“I really do appreciate you looking after me, you know,” he confesses as his eyes slip shut. 

Crowley smiles, feels his own face flush as he turns and drops a kiss to Azirphale’s forehead. “I know. Sleep now, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

[radioactive-killjoy]

On Aziraphale, Crowley, and Humanity

Inspired by @give-soup-please (post) and

and @on-stardust-wings (post)

So I started thinking about the discussion about Aziraphale’s guardianship of humanity. Aziraphale definitely thinks that protecting humanity and it’s goodness is an inherent part of his job as an angel, though Heaven as an institution clearly doesn’t seem to care about that much. Part of Aziraphale’s decision to go back to Heaven is to change this - he says it explicitly in his speech to Crowley. But I saw some people seeing this as Aziraphale putting humanity above Crowley, and I disagree!

The thing that the Book of Job minisode, A Companion to Owls, focuses on is how both Aziraphale and Crowley are going out of their way to protect Job, who is meant to represent the best of humanity according to both sides. That’s why he’s used as part of the bet between God and Satan. Even more than that, Aziraphale and Crowley are trying to protect Job’s children, who are innocent. They don’t admit it at this point, but they’re both being pushed away from their respective identities and this moves us toward “our side.”

In the book, after the original Apocalypse is thwarted, this conversation takes place:

“For my money, the really big one will be all of Us against all of Them.” “What?” You mean Heaven and Hell against humanity?”

I think this can be read either way, but in my mind Crowley is putting Aziraphale and himself on the side of humanity. We know that humanity is actively changing them:

“...centuries of association with humanity was having the same affect on him [Aziraphale] as it was on Crowley, except in the other direction.”

In the show, Crowley is being framed as always being good and being wronged by the Fall, but in the book we at least know that humanity is making him better in some way outside of whoever he was to begin with.

I think it’s also worth noting Adam’s perspective on the angel and demon. When Adam initially looks at Crowley and Aziraphale:

“Adam turned and appeared to notice them for the first time. Crowley was not used to people identifying him so readily, but Adam stared at him as though Crowley’s entire life history was pasted inside the back of his skull and he, Adam, was reading it. For an instant he knew real terror.”

But then, later:

“I don’t think you need to go worryin’,” said Adam gnomically. “I know all about you two.  Don’t you worry.”

He knows everything. He knows that they’re not following the rules, he knows about the Arrangement, he knows that they’re fighting to allow humanity to continue. He sees the humanity within them. I know that Crowley is afraid of what Adam can do, but part of him being “all human” is that it makes him not a threat to the duo. (See: my post)

Back to now: When he tells Aziraphale “you can’t leave this bookshop,” he isn’t just saying “you can’t go back to Heaven.” Crowley isn’t just asking him not to go back; he’s asking him not to leave. He’s supposed to stay on Earth. It’s what they fought for. It’s where they found their similarities and all of the things that they love. The Bentley, the bookshop, wine, music, plants, magic, each other! I think he’s too afraid to outright say it, but the only reason Crowley wants to leave Earth and run away is because that would keep them safe. And as On-Stardust-Wings pointed out… Alpha Centauri isn’t even that far for an angel and demon to be running away from the powers that be. He doesn’t want them to be gone forever.

Aziraphale thinks that leaving for Heaven is going to help humanity, and therefore he will be helping Crowley. Crowley knows that Heaven might change Aziraphale back. What if he forgets all of the things that made humanity worth protecting? I don’t think Crowley is being entirely selfish, because he always knew that Apocalypse 2.0 would be coming, especially after Heaven’s reaction to Gabriel denying them.

Crowley doesn’t see protecting humanity as an obligation like Aziraphale has. He wants it, despite everything he’s told about himself being a demon. I hope that we don’t see Crowley backslide because of the hurt Aziraphale caused him. I hope that we continue to see that softness in him grow (and I’ve said before, I hope that he warms up to Muriel, who I think is going to have a similar experience to Aziraphale in learning to love humanity.)

[thehollowwriter]

Actually: for Cosme!

What's the fastest way to piss them off? To calm them down? To cheer them up?

How do they deal with entitled attitudes or otherwise disrespectful students?

Are there any students they've come to see as their own kid?

How do they feel about the one magicless student on campus?

Do they enjoy being a part of student gossip/actively involved in student drama?

Yaaay Cosme questions!

What's the fastest way to piss them off? To calm them down? To cheer them up?

Messing with his students, lmao. Or just treating them badly in general. Especially when it's another staff member because, like, that's the opposite of your job. Blatantly disregarding his authority is another one. He cares for his students, but he will get you for that/hj

Funnily enough, a good way to calm him down is to just tell him to breathe. Cosme swears he's so chill, but when he gets mad, it's like he's on the verge of hyperventilating fjfjgjg. Some other ways are reminding him that he's at work or that he's setting a bad example for his students.

Cheering him up can be a little harder since when he feels down, it's really bad. But honestly just making him coffee or something and sitting with him, even if nobody says anything, really makes him feel better.

How do they deal with entitled attitudes or otherwise disrespectful students?

UM, babyyyy. He'll paralyse them for a little while. Dw it doesn't hurt, and he doesn't do it for long, but any student who's been dealt this punishment will tell you even a few minutes like that is agonising.

Luckily, since he's head of discipline, few students have the guts (or stupidity) to act like that towards him. The title alone already let's you know that hey, this guy can probably fuck up my time here (or end it) if he wants so let's not. Let that happen.

Are there any students they've come to see as their own kid?

Ngl probably Yuu cause he's like the only member of staff who seems to give a fuck about them 😭 he made the soup Crowley drops off at Yuu's and nearly lost his mind when he learned Crowley put them in Ramshackle.

However, I've been considering... Riddle. Even though he finds Riddle extremely irritating (please... the Queen of hearts rules are not that serious... and he doesn't have time to deal with every little problem, Rosehearts) I think he'll come around to him after a while and probably realise Riddle's lacking in good parental figures and ends up unintentionally filling that role.

Back off, Mrs. Rosehearts, the jellyfish has adopted your kid/j

How do they feel about the one magicless student on campus?

Very worried about them cfifjgkgjg. This school is not a place for someone like them to be (in the sense that it can be dangerous for them even without overblots), and there's like... a lot of things they have to do to keep their home that he finds ridiculous. However he does admire their resilience and can see their potential even without magic.

Edit: omg I just realised I forgot the last one 😭

Do they enjoy being a part of student gossip/actively involved in student drama?

No, not really. It's not any of his business unless it's breaking school rules or putting them in danger.

...Is what he would say most of the time but during Astrology classes? The tea is PIPING. He he'll give advice and say a quip or two, but won't like get involved. Please, god, don't involve him 😭

Tagging: @distant-velleity @br3adtoasty @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly @jovieinramshackle

@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @the-banana-0verlord @cloudcountry

@skriblee-ksk @twstinginthewind @lumdays @theolivetree123 @natsukishinomiyaswife

@authoruio @jewelulu @raguiras @honeynclove @moonyasnow

[vidavalor]

I've been rewatching since I read your Crepes post and I feel like I'm seeing so much more in the language. Can I have a spoiler for future metas? :)

Hi there! Nice of you to say but I'm just highlighting their linguistic brilliance here. *offers coffee and chocolate chip cookies go to along with spoiler*

One thing we've looked at is Crowley & Aziraphale using words that have two or more layers of contradicting meaning-- like 'smitten', 'wily' and 'thwart', right? They also have a thing for words that are phonetically close but not the same and/or words or phrases that are frequently confused. One thing to listen to for is when they use a word in a way where another, similar word or phrase often associated with or mixed up with it might give what they're saying a different meaning. To see where they're going with it, you need to know what both words or phrases mean and look at the contrasts between them. These will be in future metas but if you're rewatching, these might be fun to consider as you see the scenes again.

Some examples to listen for:

God saying Pavlovian reactions vs. responses in the scene in which she gives a four sentence long masterclass in Ineffable Husbands Speak to introduce Crowley & Aziraphale in the modern era [1.01 St. James Park scene]

cinematographic vs. cinematic [1.01 St. James Park scene]

to founder vs. to flounder [S1-- Seeds of Destruction scene]

to get a wiggle on vs. to get a wriggle on [S1-- Discorporated!Aziraphale scene] and what it means that Aziraphale chooses the one he does in this scene when he's lacking a body

wrath vs. wroth (which is also, for some insane reason lol, how you pronounce 'wrath' with a moneyed British accent like Crowley's-- which he is amping up in this moment intentionally-- but is technically a separate word, which is part of the innuendo Crowley is going for in this moment) [GO: Lockdown]

stew vs. soup [S1-- drunk in the bookshop, same scene as below]

whoop vs. whoomp

the gorillas, they say, like, whoop! vs. the party people in da house lol, they say...

[emeraldtart]

TWST X BOTW

I'm in a TWST brainrot, help-

So this takes place after Ganondorf's defeat. Link was chilling in Hateno when he woke up in a coffin.

He tries to slaughter Grim for meat and Crowley too.

Every beastmen, merpeople and fae feels threatened because yes, Link's the hero of Hyrule. But he also hunts down and cook his own food within the first five minutes he woke up from the Shrine of Resurrection.

He cooks his own food and not even Jade, the local mushroom expert, knows where Link gets a stamina boosting mushrooms and mushrooms that makes you handle certain temperature better.

Jamil can't grasp how Link cooks his food. He just grabs about five ingredients, puts them in a pot and voila, he made some soup. He can't deny Link's skills, however.

If he somehow keeps his Zora armour, shits about to go down during Octavinelle arc. Also:

Azul: Prefect... Just now you mentioned that... The Zoras, wasn't it? Give armour to the ones they love? Doesn't that mean...

Link: Mipha made it, but Sidon gave it to me. Why did you ask?

Azul: Um... So-

Floyd: So who did you marry?

Azul: Floyd!

Link: Sidon.

[thatwildnya]

Chapter 3: RIP Crowley's Wallet-

Wild: i was feeling really good about this chapter so have another! Malleus and Sebek have come to stay with MC too now. this one is shorter than the previous two but i promise chapter 4 is longer! also please ignore the catboy

Nya: IM SO PROUD OF MY BABY HES GAINING CONFIDENCE EVERYONE PRAISE HIM

tw: none

chitters: of course we had to figure out a way to include the ramshackle ghostly uncles and grim

Malleus: dragon (who could've guessed?)

Sebek: deinosuchus (prehistoric crocodile that had dinos for lunch)

“That should be everything, if something goes wrong just give us a call.” The man tips his cap as he and his team leave. Now everything was up and running, you no longer had to go over to the neighbors to borrow their outlets to charge your phone or their microwave because you were not going to use the fireplace to heat up a can of soup like your uncle had said you should. Though you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t miss it completely, those three ghostly white neighbors were very sweet old men. They always sent you back home with homemade food and desserts and loved when you stayed a few hours to keep them company. They would talk your ear off about the old days and invite you to play the Mintendo 46.

And the lil gray kitten they had would snuggle with you if you gave him tuna. He could be a little shit but was a sweetheart the majority of the time. Occasionally he’d pop up in your yard for some loving. Jack and Deuce were particularly fond of him, they would play hide and seek or curl up for a nap in the sun.

You had always tried not to stay long, not wanting to leave Lilia and the kids alone for long periods of time, but they just looked so sad whenever you declined. You monster how could you. Usually you ended up giving in. At least they sent a bunch of food home with you each time you stayed, especially after finding out you had four centaurs to care for.

“They’re gone!” you yell as soon the maintenance team drives out of sight.

“No need to shout little one, we’re right here.” Lilia laughs as you jump from his breath on your neck. You glare at him as he floats in the air, Silver asleep in his arms while Deuce and Jack had their arms wrapped around his neck. You still weren’t used to him being so quiet. In his bigger form it was way easier to notice him, the house would creak anytime he moved. Actually you preferred that. Stay big even if the floor breaks.

He dropped down next to you, crouching down so the younger two could drop to the floor safely. Jack and Deuce immediately ran off to explore the house in full. Before you wouldn’t let them explore any further than you had seen, worried they might get into something they shouldn’t. But your uncle had called in a cleaning service, saying he was too kind to let you clean everything by yourself. All you had to do was do a quick snoop to see if there was anything dangerous. 

You called after them to be careful and to not touch anything. A crash answered you. For the love of the skies above did they not know how to be careful?

Before you could go after them, they came sprinting back. Their eyes were big and scared as they jumped into your arms, visibly shaken. What could have frightened them so badly?

“Ah, Malleus is back.” Lilia said with a smile, his ears flicking. “I’ll introduce you, come come!”

~~~~~~

And here you thought Lilia was intimidating.

You had to tilt your neck back at an awkward angle to look at his face. Malleus was another fae centaur, a dragon one. One of the rarest breeds. The horns on his head were inches away from hitting the ceiling at his full height. His bright green eyes gazed down at you, unblinking.

“Malleus, this is the owner of the mansion.” his gaze shifted away from you to Lilia, or more precisely the ID necklace around his neck.

“You let them collar you?” Lilia chuckled, “surprised? They’ve proven worthy of being my master, nothing more nothing less.” Malleus reached out to run a finger over the green ID gem in the center of the choker.

“Are you gonna stay for dinner?” you spoke up, “I’m about to start making it. If you’re staying I’ll need to make more.” thinking about how much this big guy ate made you groan internally, ingredients were running low already.

Malleus turns his gaze back to you, looking surprised.

“... What?” he leans down further, getting close enough for you to see black scales decorating the crown of his head hidden by hair. His hair tickled your face. “Are you not afraid?”

“I was born a magicless human in a world where magic can kill a whole continent of people in a millisecond. The only thing I’m scared of is the little rat man in my head that gives me intrusive thoughts.” you deadpan. The only reason you haven’t acted on those thoughts was your spiteful nature. You run on nothing but spite, caffeine, and like three hours of sleep a day. You don’t fear god, god fears you.

Your answer is so bizarre it redures him speechless. For like, seven seconds. Then he’s laughing. Standing up straight (dear lord you hope he’s done growing Lilia hits his head every so often but he doesn’t have horns that will leave a mark so it's okay), he puts his hands on his hips.

“You intrigue me, human. I shall allow you to collar me as well.”

Seven help you it was going to cost a small fortune to feed him.

“I hope Sebek will also agree to taking you as a master.” wait I’m sorry who now.

An angry hiss was heard from behind your new pet. A crocodile (yes an actual gator he has stubby legs not long ones like Deuce) centaur with green hair poked his head from behind Malleus’ back. He glared at you with bright yellowish green peepers, his scaly tail lashing about angrily. Your uncle was going to hate you. A lot.

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #163

1. Hello! Thank you for the work you do! I have lost a fic on archiveofourown (it seems to have been deleted) but I'm wondering if anyone knows if it's been posted somewhere else or if there are any copies out there that are ok to be shared pls? It's an Aziraphale and Crowley through the ages but with the twist of it being Aziraphale's discorporated spirit trying to find its way back through time to modern day Crowley (with the premise being that Adam never recorporated Aziraphale after Armageddon). Thank you so much!! - @tumbl3w33d

2. My beloved bestie, I'm looking for a fic I've read in 2019, it's a priest Aziraphale AU, it's very gloomy and melancholic, Crowley is going through it as always, the one specific detail I remember is that they go on a date and visit the Barbican Centre because Crowley loves brutalism - @hiperfixationqueen

3. hello!! years ago, pre series, i read some book where crowley is stuck in hell and aziraphale sort of lightheartedly stumbles his way down through dante's inferno to rescue him. at some point he's possessed by his sword and the story gets somewhat more serious? i can't even remember if it was good or not, but i've been wanting to read it again for absolute ages and i can't find it for the life of me. i hope that was enough info!! thanks again so much for the help!! - anon

4. hello there! i've been trying to track down a fic where heaven and hell get in a competition around the 60s over music, because rock n' roll has a lot of sway over human minds. and aziraphale ends up inspiring 'turn, turn, turn' by the byrds, which makes hell furious. have you guys seen that one? - @give-soup-please

5. hey, hope y'all r doing well! sure ur swamped, but years and years ago i read a book verse story i'd love to find again! it took place in ancient egypt, crowley was an advisor of some kind, and aziraphale came with an arranged marriage. crowley accidentally sees aziraphale in the bath briefly and i believe they have a tipsy encounter in a garden? thank you so much! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[britishassistant]

Poor Villain Yuu has it bad already, but throw in the new sick head cannons and it gets worse ALL THE TIME. The Supervisor is practically playing chicken with death every time they have the flu because self-destructive work ethic, trust issues, and most likely a Bird Brain of a man whose attempts at helping are looking it up on a search engine… And immediately assuming the worst. Though maybe the civilians are better at taking care of Yuu then their Villain counterparts, but I’m going to consider the only one moderately helpful is Riddle. While the others? Not so much.

Anonymous said: Crowley is blindsided by Yuu’s weak immune system. It’s one of the few things about Yuu that make the hardened criminal squirm. He may be selfish, but he isn’t as stupid as some people estimate. However he’ll admit he was very foolish to have Crewel not included immunity in the creation of Yuu. Crowley visited them once when they were sick, before Divus drove him out. The sight horrified him. Divus did raise his eyebrow when later the great Night Ravens asked for the creation logs of Yuu, but would he speak of Crowley’s determined search for other future life-threatening risks in #Y26? Probably not.

Thank you for the ask, dear anons!

Yuu sniffs once, and a moment later Crowley is bursting in to tell them they have a collapsed lung.

They don’t appreciate it, but he’s just being protective of his hatchling! After all, how could he be expected to know that having them designed and gestated in a test tube would deprive them of the natural immunities that he himself took for granted! It’s a total and completely unanticipated surprise!

(It is not a complete surprise. Divus would only need two seconds to tell you that.)

He demands any and all records Crewel might have! Anything that could possibly predict Yuu’s constantly fluctuating health! It’s of the upmost importance!

If only those meddling civilians could stop plotting to murder his heir!!!

They keep breaking into Yuu’s lair when they’re sick and Crowley is trying to minister to them, suggesting their “cures” and telling him that “just feeding them bird seed doesn’t constitute health care!!” and trying to steal them away when they’re ill and can’t fight back!! How insulting can you be?!

(Riddle would probably be best at looking after them if he could only keep them in his care. However, his love rivals have an awful habit of kidnapping Yuu from his home! Malleus is the best at keeping them, but Lilia’s home remedies always have them looking worse.)

(Yuu always ends up sick for a long, long time.)

(Yuuken, Eliza, Jon and Martin providing soup and a chance for them to actual relax is the best cure. Elena gives them her favorite plush cat and bird to help their recovery!)

[ineffable-rohese]

Oh hey, I've gotten a few followers/mutuals, so I guess it's time for a pinned intro post?

Demographic info (because it gives context to my words): Early 40s white fat cis queer poly pagan woman living in the wet corner of North America. My nearest and dearest are almost all trans/non-binary.

Personal (public facing): I'm an Aziraphale-coded hobbit. Like, so cozy and wholesome you might want to puke. I rewatch just the first disc of the LOTR extended edition because I love the Shire so much. I drink Earl Grey with milk and one sugar. (Or a good scotch, cause every Aziraphale needs a little bit of Crowley inside them, right Sheenie?) I read mainly historical fiction, especially anything set in (actual, not fantasy) medieval Europe and I was at one point a medieval music history nerd. I wear cozy sweaters. I love rain on ferns and April flowers. I make soup with things I've tended and harvested. I work a Wholesome AF job. I unironically hug trees. I'm in love with the world.

Personal (in private): I'm deeply kinky. I'm primarily a Sensual Sadist with a significant Dominant streak. I often play as a Panther. I love consensual violence, and get great joy from hurting people who want me to hurt them. I've only really given myself permission to be that in the last year or so.

Fandoms: I fell in love with Good Omens in 2000 when a college roommate gave it to me. It was genuinely the funniest, greatest thing I had ever read, and I evangelized about it to anyone who would listen. S1 of the show immediately became a comfort show, and it got me through a time of massive loss and upheaval. I put it on when everything was too hard and I needed something that made me feel like everything was going to be OK. S2 - well we're all here still, aren't we? It dropped when I desperately needed One Good Thing for my brain to latch on to as I got through some intense pressure, and boy howdy did it lodge itself in me.

Other fandoms in roughly chronological order: Star Wars (original trilogy made me a child nerd), X-Files (first real social fandom, and intro to fanfic!), Buffy/Angel/Firefly, LOTR, Doctor Who, Torchwood (the only other show I've been driven to write fic for), Sherlock to an extent. OFMD and WWDITS are great fun, though not obsessions.

My Writing: Writing Index Here I'm really enjoying writing right now! I don't know how long this ADHD hyperfocus will last, but I'll take it while it lasts. My goal in writing is to challenge myself, create things I'd want to read, and have fun with it (for a definition of fun).

I'm also definitely working on being comfortable expressing the things I like and want and being unashamed about that. I worry too much about how my 😈 side might reflect on my 😇 side, and honestly, these shades of grey lovelies are helping me with that a lot. It's probably why I love writing Dom Aziraphale so much, because he is just so sweet and good and bright, and also a toppy BAMF who can make demons (and their Bentleys) do whatever he wants and wields a flaming sword against Satan himself.

So yeah, every time I make Aziraphale go to a dark place, and then come back again to being a ball of delight, it's helping me create a map that allows me to do the same (to a, you know, more reasonable extent). And when others read and like the things that come from the darkest corners of my brain, it makes me feel seen.

Anyway, you made it this far. Here are my cats for tax. Yes, I have one of each of the Kinds of Cats.

[straightupsickfics]

“You’ve been shivering since we got home - are you feeling okay?” is just pure 🥺🥺🥺 i'd love to see this for ed/stede or aziraphale/crowley, if it sparks any ideas. ty 💜

maybe some domestic ineffable wives in their little cottage for this one bc ... 🥹

****

“You’ve been shivering since we got home, are you sure you’re feeling alright, angel?” Crowley asks when another set of shivers curls Aziraphale into herself. 

They’d gone out for breakfast this morning, pancakes, with coffee so sweet it made Crowley’s teeth ache, and bowls of fruit Aziraphale had called gorgeous. It had been a glorious morning, all told, until they got stuck in the rain on their walk home. Crowley had dried off and warmed up as soon as they got back to the cottage, but Aziraphale had spent the better part of the afternoon pulling her cardigan tight and close around her, and adding blankets to her lap while she attempted to read on the couch. 

The shivering probably had more to do with the sniffles she’d been pressing into her handkerchief since last night than the rain, though. Not to mention the restless sleep she’d gotten, tossing and turning and waking up every few hours for water and to curl herself back into Crowley’s arms. 

Not that you’d ever find Crowley complaining about that, but she knows what her wife looks like when she’s sick by now. 

Aziraphale tugs at the sleeve of her sweater, tugging the sleeves down so they cover her hands. “Mm? Just chilly, I think…” She trails off and lets her eyes meet Crowley’s. 

Crowley lifts a single, perfectly manicured eyebrow. 

“A little tired,” Aziraphale admits. She’s pale, the usual pink tinge to her cheeks missing entirely. 

Crowley abandons the crochet project she’s been holding without really working on and crosses the cozy living room to join Aziraphale on the couch. She’s ignoring the book in her lap, yet another sign she’s feeling properly ill, whether or not she realizes it just yet. Crowley crowds in close, all but sitting in Aziraphale’s lap. 

“Hello,” Crowley says, nuzzling a warm kiss against Aziraphale’s neck. 

“Hi,” Aziraphale says, smiling. 

“Angel, you’re freezing,” Crowley tells her. She takes Aziraphale’s hands in her own, pushing the soft sleeves up, and rubs some warmth into them. The angel all but melts at the soft touch. 

“Not anymore,” Azirphale argues. 

“That’s just because I’m warm,” Crowley informs her. “Hot, even,” she adds, wiggling her eyebrows until the angel laughs. 

Before either of them can say anything else, Aziraphale tenses against her and Crowley can feel as much as hear the way her breath catches before her nose wrinkles up adorably and she muffles the sudden rush of sneezes against her elbow. 

“Oh dea-hihh! EIISHh’hoo! h’dtTISHh! Hh’iessshiiew!”

“Think you’re getting sick, sweetheart,” Crowley murmurs, pressing a kiss to the soft, damp tip of Aziraphale’s nose once she recovers. 

“Just a few sneezes,” Aziraphale protests, but there’s no real argument in her voice. Instead, she lets her head rest against Crowly’s shoulder, sniffling quietly while Crowley strokes her hair. 

She’d come around soon enough, Crowley knows, requesting her favorite sick day soup but not wanting Crowley to leave her side, same as always.

“This wasn’t one of your elaborate plans, was it? Sudden rainstorm to give us a reason to stay in bed all weekend?” Aziraphale teases without lifting her head. 

“Think we’re a bit past needing a reason for that, don’t you?” Crowley asks, tapping at the angel’s chin until she looks up and leans into the kiss she knows is waiting for her.

“Just a bit,” Aziraphale agrees, sniffling another few times and rubbing at her eyes, which have gone red-rimmed and tired over the course of the afternoon. 

“Wouldn’t say no to getting in bed,” Crowley offers. “Can I tempt you into an afternoon nap? Then I can do soup... That lemon tea you like...”

“You’re fussing,” Aziraphale points out. “You don’t need to fuss.” 

She doesn’t seem to realize she’s already in the process of getting up, shifting the blankets off of her and onto the couch. 

“Hmm, maybe, but you like it,” Crowley reminds her. She stands and offers Aziraphale a hand. 

“I like it,” she agrees, taking her hand.

[kunikame]

TWISTED WONDERLAND

NATSUME DROPLIGHT (ref. to sundrop flower from tangled)

ramshackle dorm leader, 1st year

dominant hand : right homeland : ? club : gargoyle studies club best subject : astrology hobbies : art pet peeves : grim talking in his sleep favorite food : macarons least favorite food : pumpkin soup talent : quick to pick up skills friends : 1st year gang, kalim al-asim, silver vanrouge, malleus draconia, cater diamond, ruggie bucchi neutral : vil schoenheit, rook hunt, floyd leech (she’s scared of them), trey clover, jamil viper, idia shroud, leona kingscholar

her favorite vest is yellow but she had to give up wearing it because she was mistaken as a savanaclaw resident. mostly wears greyscale clothes now (partly due to ramshackle aesthetic), but she puts red ribbons in her hair since heartslabyul is like her 3rd home.

has a new bandage like every other day. ramshackle is a health hazard (curse you crowley. fix the damn staircase already).

she's on relatively good terms with everyone important, except floyd. the moment she glimpses him in a crowd she's GONE with the wind.

HEARTDROPS !! ace trappola x natsume droplight

#HEARTSHACKLE for life!! (deuce is third wheeling.)

everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually, but nobody knows how exactly it did (natsume asked ace out with a corny pick up line and he doesn't want anyone to know it worked)

nothing really changed between them, except the small sprinkle of additional pda (hand holding ew!!!!! - ace). they still relentlessly bully each other cause it’s fun.

deep down though, ace sometimes worries whether his jabs hurt more than she shows (he’s aware he can be an asshole, but hurting her is the last thing he would ever want to do).

he’s also terrified of the day she gets the chance to leave twisted wonderland. he knows this is not her real home and that she probably misses her family and friends, but he likes to think he and their friends are also essentially like family to her now– he likes to think she belongs here, with him (he doesn’t know she has no plans to leave).

movie nights every saturday, and 1st year game nights on fridays

though natsume constantly complains about them getting her in trouble with crowley, she would not trade their stupid asses for anything in the world.

very common date activity is dancing in ramshackle to songs from her homeland, or stargazing on the roof (ace fell off one time and he has not let her live it down since).

rarely will you find one without the other being somewhere nearby. it's an eyesore. they are banned from most public spaces.

ace offers to be her human canvas out of boredom sometimes and thoroughly enjoys the feeling of the cold paints on his skin, though he will never admit it aloud. when she gives him a painting or sketch of him as a gift he puts it in a hidden box under his bed. he faithfully collects them all to look back on when they're older. he swears up and down every new one he gets is better than the last one. he just loves being her muse

BACKSTORY !!

back at her original world, natsume was a pretty normal kid growing up. divorced parents with shared custody, a couple friends, some after school clubs and niche interests. average teen life basically

on a lovely friday morning, she had a nasty argument with her mother, and her already sour mood at the prospect of having to go to her fathers house later soured even further. she had a surprise math exam and her friends kept throwing jabs at her throughout the day.

safe to say, she’s had enough. after school she immediately rushed home without saying bye to her friends.

she tried to rush home anyway, but then a medieval looking carriage hit her and some magic dark mirror spoke at her. she honestly thought she was dead, but, nope, somehow even worse. some crazy dimensional travel occured and she found herself in the magical land of twisted wonderland. booyah!

ace, deuce and grim being her first friends in this crazed dimension was truly a blessing. despite grim being a talking cat and the other 2 being complete idiots, they were still somehow the most normal beings she's had the fortune to meet.

and, somehow, somewhere along the way, she found her eyes lingering on ace a tad longer than they normally should. found herself thinking about him more than it was socially acceptable between friends.

what joy. if she were alice she could never return now, for love is the strongest magic of all, or however the saying goes. be as it may, she stopped planning her return home long ago. perhaps staying here wouldn't be too bad, after all.