#It's 4 am I need to sleep

[buttercupshands]

Redrawssss

One is recent one is sort of old

[relmint]

I also like to think Wally has his own private art studio where no one could enter because it's probably filled with various unsettling and obsessive paintings and drawings. Frenzied scribbles on the wall. Eyes everywhere. You know, the usual.

[unreadpoppy]

Betrayer

Raphael x OC (Gwendolyn Gray)

Summary: Gwendolyn Gray's life had been turned upside down when a tadpole was inserted in her brain. Not only that, she was also trying to free her mother from a terrible contract. When she meets Raphael, he seems to be the solution, but Tav will not allow anyone to make a deal with him. So, Gwen takes matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Death. Also, not Tav oc.

A/N: I might write a sequel to this but idk yet. Also, @littlemoondarling this is the AU.

Read on AO3

Part Two

Gwendolyn Gray had two problems to deal with. The most important, at the moment, was her tadpole situation. The second, which mattered to her more, was trying to find a way to help her mother, Tahlia. 

Tahlia was very over protective of her daughter. As the girl grew, she noticed how her mother seemed to be scared of something she could not see. Tahlia would often have nightmares, waking up with a sore throat and various scratches over her body. 

When Gwen turned eighteen, her mother finally revealed her secret. Long ago, she had made a deal with a devil, a deal that she did not complete her part, and as punishment, Tahlia would have visions of the Hells, both in the waking and in the dreaming world. She talked about how she feared that one day he would take her daughter from her, and that was why they lived so far away from other people. 

At that confession, Gwendolyn decided she needed to help her mother. She had started to manifest magic not so long ago, and so, she believed she would be safe enough to travel alone. Tahlia did not like what she heard, but, if Gwen was truly able to find a way to free her mother, she would have to let the girl go. 

Years had passed, and she was not getting closer to finding a solution, until, one day, she got a tadpole stuck in her brain. She was eventually recruited by a fellow survivor from the fall, Tav, to join their party and try to not become mind flayers. 

As their journey progressed and more people joined in, they were accosted by a man, later revealed to be a cambion, who said he could help them with their situation. 

When Gwen saw him, she saw an opportunity. If anyone could break her mother’s contract, it was another devil. All she needed to do was to talk to him alone. 

However, every time they met up with him, he would only talk to Tav, who would always dismiss anything he proposed. One night, after Tav had taken the deal, but then talked about betraying Raphael, Gwen confronted them. 

“I don’t think it’s right of you to go back on your word.” Gwen said. “You signed the contract, you need to keep your end. Raphael is willing to help and he could be a great asset.” She paused for a moment. “Besides, you have no idea how cruel fiends can be when you betray them.” 

“I’m aware but It wouldn’t be wise to keep trusting him.” They sighed. “Look, I know you think he could help with your mother, but I promise that once we’re done with this tadpole thing, I’ll help you find another way.” Tav put a hand on Gwen’s shoulder.

Gwen shook the hand away. “If you do this, then you’re just as bad as you say he is.” Her brows furrowed. “Afterall, you’ll be the one doing the betraying.” She finished and decided to walk away. 

While she laid in her bedroll, she pondered. Up until that point, she had agreed with all the decisions Tav had made, even the more questionable ones. But the sorcerer had started to feel a sense of unfairness. Why could Tav decide everything the party did? Who had chosen them as the leader? She felt like a girl again, caged by someone else’s decisions. Gwen would not let that happen. To free her mother would also free her in a way. And to do so, she needed Raphael. 

And that was why, the next day, when he inevitably confronted them for breaking into his house, Gwendolyn sided with him. 

…

Up until that point, Raphael had paid very little attention to Tav’s companion, but the scene unfolding in front of him intrigued the cambion. One member of the party had decided to fight beside him. 

Gwendolyn, as Tav had called her, was a pink tiefling, with purple hair, and eyes of different colors, one blue and the other red. Her horns were curled like a ram, and she had a full figure. At the beginning of the battle, he very quickly realized that she was a sorcerer. 

The two of them, alongside Raphael’s other allies, were able to defeat Tav and the rest of their companions. He was both angry and disappointed at Tav, who had been his favorite client up until that point, betrayed him so cruelly. Deals were the only law fiends like him obeyed, and to go back on one was something he could never forgive. 

Before he could continue with his thoughts, the tiefling, who had also been looking at Tav’s corpse, turned towards him. “I’ll give you the Crown of Karsus.” She said. “But I’ll need something in return.”

“Is the hammer not enough?” He asked. “That was Tav’s deal, afterall. A hammer for a crown.”

Gwen shook her head. “I’ll make a new deal. I’ll free Orpheus and give you the crown, and in exchange, you will help me free my mother.” 

“And why should I help you?” He asked. “You have just now betrayed your own friends. What guarantees you won’t do the same to me?”

She took in a long breath. “Because you are the only one who can help me.” Gwen looked at Tav once again. “I wish this would have happened differently, but Tav wouldn’t allow me to get close to you. When they decided to go back on their contract, I knew we would have to break ways.” 

Raphael thought for a moment. Bathed in her friends blood and panting heavily, Gwen truly was a sight to see. If she had went as far as killing her own friends in order to make a deal with him, the devil doubted she would stab him in the back in the long run. Although he would keep a closer eye on his debtors from now on, he felt tempted to agree. 

“And what is it that your mother needs aid from?” He asked. “I need to know what we would be agreeing on before any contract is written.” 

“Twenty-two years ago my mother made a deal with a devil.” She began explaining. “Unfortunately, she made the same mistake as Tav. She did not follow her contract and now she is tormented all the time.” Gwen looked up at him. “I promised I would help free her from her chains. You are a powerful devil, if anyone can help me, it is you.” 

He caressed his chin in thought. “I will do it, but only after the crown is in my possessions.” Raphael said. “Do you agree?”

“Yes.” Gwen replied with no hesitation. He smirked and snapped both of them away. 

They were in his office and Raphael was quick to write out a contract. Once the names were signed, the deal was sealed, and Gwen was sent back to her camp, now much more lonely than before. 

That night, she thought about what had led her to that point. Even far away, her mother had always been her priority, no matter what, and although it had pained to see the light fade from the eyes of her fellow companions, Gwendolyn did not regret her decisions. She snuggled Scratch, to ease away the pain, and closed her eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep. 

…

The crown was finally in Gwendolyn’s hands. It had taken her a long time, having to find new companions, acquiring the Netherstones and then fighting the Absolute, but finally, the Crown of Karsus was in her possession. 

And bare minutes after she had it, a portal opened behind her and from it, Raphael walked out. 

“Congratulations are in order” He said. “I see you have succeeded in your quest.” 

“Thank you.” She nodded, looking at the crown and handing it to him. “Here it is.” 

Raphael smiled as he felt the crown in his fingers. “With this, I shall end the Blood War and unite the Hells.”

“Of course.” Gwen nodded. “But first…”

“Yes, about your mother. By the time you see her again, she will be free.” He said, interrupting her. “I always keep my word, dear.” He said, and then snapped away, leaving Gwendolyn alone. 

She signed. Even though most of her troubles were done, she still felt a heavy weight in her heart. Maybe in another world, Tav and the others would be here as well, and they all would celebrate with a good bottle of booze. 

But now it was not time to think about the past. Gwendolyn took a deep breath and continued forwards, anticipating the moment she would finally see her mother again. 

…

True to his word, when Gwen saw Tahlia again, she seemed more relaxed. Her mother was also a tiefling, but with purple skin marred by scars and black eyes. Her hair, however, was the same shade of purple as Gwen’s. 

Tahlia cried when she saw her daughter again, kissing her all over the place. She talked about how she had a dream where the devil that often tormented her was smited by another, and ever since then, Tahlia hadn’t been tormented anymore. The nightmares and the visions were gone, and she could finally rest. Gwen cried as she heard that. 

“Why do you cry, child?” Tahlia asked. 

“It’s just” She sniffled “I’m so happy to finally be home, and to see you free. These are happy tears, I assure you.” 

“Oh Gwendolyn.” Her mother held her close. “I always knew you would do it.” She kissed Gwen on the forehead, while soothing her back.

At least Tav’s sacrifice had been worth it in the end. 

…

Days after their reunion, Raphael made an appearance. 

Tahlia had already gone to bed, and so did Scratch, leaving Gwen alone to go outside of their home. She found a nearby river, and sat there, hugging both of her knees. 

Before he spoke, the cambion noticed the dark circles under her eyes and how she sadly looked at the river ahead of them. He theorized that she still carried the weight of Tav's betrayal.  

“I see that our contract is finally over.” Was the first thing he said. When Gwen realized he was there, she got up. 

“Indeed. I have never seen my mother so peaceful.” She replied.  “What are you doing here?”

“I have come to say goodbye.” Noticing her face of confusion, he continued. “Now that our little deal has been dealt with, I have Nine Hells to conquer.” 

“What does that mean?” She asked, still confused. Why would he come here to tell her that?

“It means that my sole focus will be on this and I won’t be available.” He explained. “And since you have played such an important role in getting me the crown, it was only fair I gave you some sort of closure on the matter.” 

“I understand.” She nodded. Gwendolyn then turned her head back towards the water. “Well then, I hope that you are successful in your conquest.” 

“Oh, I assure you, I will.” Raphael said, walking towards Gwen, and whispering in her ear;  “And once I do so, I will come back for you.” He placed a stray hair behind her ear and disappeared, leaving her alone. 

…

Years had passed. 

Gwendolyn was now in her thirties. Tahlia had passed away a few years prior, and although it had hurt to bury her own mother, at least she knew that her mother was at peace. Scratch was still alive, though he was an old dog now. 

Nowadays, Gwen would travel around the realm, sometimes picking up a job or two, but mostly, she kept to herself. In the years following the end of her quest, she did not make many meaningful relationships. Afterall, she did kill most of the friends she had made, and even if most people were unaware of that, Gwendolyn didn’t allow herself to forget. 

One day, when she was in her home, having just finished eating breakfast, Scratch walked in the home, a letter attached to his collar, and a package in his mouth, which he dropped on the floor.  She removed it from him and read what it said. It was an invitation. An unknown admirer was asking for her to watch a new theater production in Baldur's Gate and they wanted Gwendolyn there on the opening night, as a special guest. They had even gone as far as to send a dress for her to wear during the event. 

Gwen looked at Scratch, petted his head, and took the package. Opening it, there was a gorgeous dark blue gown, made with the finest materials Gwen had ever seen. When she tried it on, it fit her perfectly. Despite her better judgment, she decided to go. 

The invitation also had the location of the theater. She left her house a few days before the event, leaving Scratch with a neighbor that usually took care of him, and traveled to the city. When she arrived there, Gwen stayed in an inn and when the day arrived, she got dressed, did her hair up as nicely as she could and made her way early to the theater. 

Once there, she was directed by one member of the production to one of the private boxes. When they got there, she was surprised by a familiar face. 

“Gwendolyn! So nice of you to arrive early, dear.” Raphael greeted her, taking her hands and placing a kiss on top of them. 

She eyed him from head to toe. Although they were in a public space, he was in his devil form - red skin, dark eyes with orange irises and four horns protruding from his forehead. Besides his hair, which was slightly longer, having been tied in the back with a red ribbon, he looked practically the same, with only one major difference. 

The Crown of Karsus lay atop his head.

“Raphael…it’s been so long.” She finally said, still very shocked by the surprise. 

“Indeed it’s been.” Raphael said, smiling. “I did say, however, that I would come back for you once I became Archdevil Supreme.”  He let go of one of her hands to motion over to their seats. “Come, let’s sit and enjoy the play. We shall talk afterwards.” 

The play, which involved a lot more singing than what she had anticipated, was the story of Raphael’s life, from his youth until his conquering of the Hells. Although the play exaggerated some events, she was still very impressed by it. She was even more impressed when she appeared in the show as one of the characters. For a moment, she feared the truth of her betrayal would be exposed, but the author, whoever they were, painted her in a different light. 

In the show, Gwen never met the party and made the deal with Raphael alone. The fight in the House of Hope happened, but Gwen’s character was portrayed as always having been at his side. The show then shifted into showing how she managed to defeat the Absolute and hand the Crown of Karsus to Raphael, which was the final scene. As the curtain fell and everyone in the audience cleared, Gwendolyn turned to Raphael. 

“Did you write this?” 

“Only parts of it, but I did help the author with the rest.” He replied. Noticing she had more things to ask, he whispered to her ear. “I think we should continue this in a more private place.” Raphael then snapped his fingers and teletransported them to House of Hope. 

They were in the very room that Raphael had first taken Gwen, Tav and the others. The table was set, but there was no food on it yet. Raphael explained that they would soon be served. He pulled out a chair for her to sit, and she did so. 

“While we wait, tell me, what did you think of the play?” He asked, with more enthusiasm than Gwendolyn had ever seen in him. 

“While some parts were very different from what I remember, I was impressed.” She said. “Your life does make for an interesting story. But I must ask, why was I treated so… nicely, in it?” 

“You are the hero of Baldur’s Gate. I wouldn’t dare to tarnish your reputation.” He said, with sincerity. “Especially, since you've been so important to me and my conquest.” 

“I…thank you. From the bottom of my heart.” She replied. Gwendolyn then decided to change the subject. “Speaking of it, I should say congratulations on becoming Lord of the Nine Hells.”

Raphael smiled pridefully. “Yes, the title does fit me well, doesn’t it?” She giggled and nodded. As they were served and ate, they continued their conversation. Mostly, it was Raphael speaking on how he had overcome every archdevil, and how the Nine Hells were thriving under his management. 

By now, they had reached the end of their meals, when Raphael seemed to shift into a more serious tone. “I will admit, however, that it can become quite lonely down there, especially since Haarlep is no longer here to keep my company.” 

Haarlep used to be Raphael’s personal incubus, whom Tav had slain to discover where the Orphic Hammer was stored. 

“I understand the feeling.” Gwendolyn replied, looking down. “Nowadays, the only company I have is Scratch, but his old age is getting to him.” She sighed. “I’m afraid that when he inevitably passes, I will be all alone.” 

Raphael, hearing that, got up from his seat and walked towards her. When he got next to her, he said. “But you don’t have to be.” The devil placed his fingers under her chin and made Gwendolyn look up at him. “Just as Asmodeus had Bensozia once, and Mephistopheles had Baalphagor, I need a consort. And whom better to fill that role than the very one who got me my crown?” 

Gwendolyn got up from her seat. “You cannot be serious.” 

“I am.” Raphael turned Gwen around and wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on her shoulder. “You have done more for me than anyone else ever has. It seems only fair I should raise you high. You could become the most powerful sorceress in the world. As my equal, you would be Queen of the Hells. You would never want for anything, and we’d never be alone again.” He whispered in her ear. “Think about it.”

And think she did. Gwendolyn never had such ambitions. She had always just been some girl who grew up in the middle of nowhere with a controlling mother. Hells, even after saving Baldur’s Gate, she still decided to live in somewhat anonymity. 

But queen? That had never crossed her mind as possible. 

“But what if I’m not good at it?” She said. “I’ve never been much of a leader before.” 

“You wouldn’t have to worry about that.” Raphael kissed the shell of her ear. “I would be there, to guide and to help you.” 

“Alright. But what if they knew-” 

He interrupted her. “Nobody would care about that bloody betrayal. It is the Hells, after all. There are worse people down there.” 

Well, with those out of the way, Gwendolyn truly only had two more objections to make. “Would Scratch be there as well? I know you don’t like animals but it would pain me to leave him here, after all we went through.”

Raphael chuckled. “Yes, I could make an exception for Scratch.” He turned her towards him, both of his hands on her hips. “Anything else to add?”

“Yes.” She smiled. With this new perspective, Gwendolyn started to feel like her old self, the one before her adventure had begun. And so, she had to ask for the one thing she always dreamed of. “I want a big wedding ceremony.” 

“It shall be the biggest that the Hells had ever seen.” He pulled her close and gently placed a kiss on her lips. “Now, will you accept my offer? Will you become my queen?” 

“Yes.” And with that, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. 

[hinamie]

cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹

i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them

[heartorbit]

the narcissist fools himself

[lazycranberrydoodles]

you’d think after 800 years he’d learn his lesson about taking afternoon naps. / prev comic / follow for more sleepy xie lian

[cozylittleartblog]

had a(nother) nightmare

[transmascutena]

[image description: two screencaps from revolutionary girl utena, both showing an othello board. in the first there is about an equal number of black and white pieces. in the second most of the board is filled with black, with only two white pieces. in the second, utena is saying "huh?! now i'm losing!" /end id]

i think the scene in episode 33 where utena and akio play othello is very interesting because there's just a whole lot to read into with it. after they start playing utena gets distracted, and when she looks at the board again she realizes she's losing. really badly. this is symbolic, in that she's losing to akio in the game that he is playing, the one she doesn't know she's a part of. but also, the board is invalid. no legal moves would lead to the pieces being arranged like that, which means the reason utena begins to lose when she looks away is because akio is cheating. again symbolic, in that utena thinks they're on equal footing and playing by the same rules, when they aren't. cheating in what is meant to be a friendly round of a board game is really just taking advantage of your opponents trust. which is what he's always doing. i've also heard someone (probably in one of the podcasts i listened to) bring up that utena's two white pieces being separate and isolated (but also not that far from each other on the board) might be symbolic of her and anthy, and how akio is tearing their relationship apart. and there's probably even more to the scene if you want to look for it, it's so cool.

[pewpop]

this looked better in my head :<

bloody version under the cut

edit: guess who misspelled something.....

[sukunasweetheart]

Crack au where its a lilo and stitch parody except you pray desperately for a tall, muscley and handsome lover, only for trueform sukuna to come crashing into your backyard the next evening

[buttercupshands]

I started drawing this next day after I finished Act 6

13 or so days and it's finished!

Main things are traditional and Loop's body was edited digitally after

Unedited it looks like this

I've been torn on how to do Loop's body for the entirety of lining, also

A bit sad the main lines are visible only as a wip, most of this thing is literally just a ton of sharp lines

I think it's also my first day of drawing, Loop is just a sketch here (feat. my leg)

I even finished the beans before it so they were a moral support, because if you let me things like this take a year

[harbingersglory]

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints

"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."

The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.

"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."

The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.

"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"

Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.

"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.

She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.

"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.

How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.

She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.

She certainly wants to, and she intends to.

The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.

"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."

Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.

She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.

Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.

She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.

For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.

She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

[deoidesign]

"I'm the dog they put with cheetahs to keep them from going crazy in captivity" x "I'm the cheetah that is threatening to go crazy" 4 ever

(I make a webcomic about them)

[actual-changeling]

no but i'm still thinking about this post and now i want a fic that's just duke of hell crowley and archangel aziraphale somehow always ending up in the elevator together, having a silent fight over whether they go up or down first in the mornings and tense silence in the evening when they both return to earth.

because they're not talking. about any of it. aziraphale is in the bookshop with muriel whenever he goes back to earth and crowley has his (renovated) flat. it's horrible. they miss each other. crowley refuses to cave and it's a matter of pride, spite, and heartbreak he needs to process. aziraphale still went back to heaven, even if he's technically 'living' on earth. he went back to hell because fuck it, he might as well try to stop the second coming himself.

it starts slow. aziraphale brings him a coffee one morning and crowley looks at it for a long while before taking it just before he gets off. crowley brings him a muffin the next day. they do small talk, they begin to say "good morning" and "see you tomorrow" and most of it is lingering looks and almost-touches, but it helps.

then one evening, late, later than usual, they're both exhausted and had horrible days caused by the same bureaucratic bullshit, and when they part in front of the pub, aziraphale hesitates.

nightcap? he tries to smile, tries to not seem too hopeful, tries to ignore the way his heart beatsbeatsbeats.

sure. crowley decides one drink can't hurt.

(it's not just one drink. it's a bottle. they talk about nothing important, complain about work and idiotic celestial beings.

two bottles in, aziraphale grows brave.

two bottles in, crowley grows desperate.

crowley, he says in that tone of voice that means something big is about to follow, and he cannot do that, not tonight, not yet. so he kisses him, leans into his instincts to shut him up, and as it does, one thing leads to another, and the next morning the elevator ride is awkward.

they both come out of the bookshop. not a single word is spoken.)

two things happened that night, and i have only told you about one of them, but it's the other one that changes things.

they figure it out eventually, they always do, but for now their fingers brush when they both try to go for the buttons, and crowley flinches back like he's been burned. aziraphale swallows apologies and tears, and, after a moment of thought, presses 'down' first.

it's a start.

[lunareclipses-moments]

Some low quality Tokyo debunker memes I have made instead of studying 😔

[gatoburr0]

Smoke break.