#Zirah

[sanctuary-of-monsters]

This is my character Zirah he's the character I based my tarnished on Elden Ring. You'll see him more here later in. 😄

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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Zirah Claire Owen, 2023

[tio-trile]

I watched the show first, and then the book, and I have to agree about the dove.

Like Show Azi is such a lovely soft character and then that last episode hits, and he's gonna kill Adam? Huh?? This guy ???¿?? I was gobsmacked, it made no sense at all. But it was also only one part and all's well that ends well, so I didn't question it.

Then I read the book. And Aziraphale is. Well, he's trying to be nice. He gives away the sword and he's polite to everyone. But the people who menace his shop disappear, and he's very comfortable with lying, and making temptations, and he kills a dove and doesn't even care. Ah, yes. This is someone who would consider killing Adam to save the world. He'd feel so bad about it! But he absolutely would. Hot take: Aziraphale would've thrown the basket.

Oh yeah, it makes way more sense for Book!Aziraphale's character, because show!Aziraphale has always been so soft and so good. I hadn't thought about how someone who watched the show first would react to that before, haha! And yes, you are correct about book!Aziraphale. That bastard.

[lablass-2882]

Taliyah Fett (Clone kiddo sheet part 2)

Part two of this project of sorts. Anyway I am super happy with how this turned out. Especially Tally's legs. Trying to figure out how her prosthetics would work was a bit of an issue. Her helmet was another issue to think about. I'm not 100% sure on it yet, but I am leaning towards having it work similar to how Echo's helmet works in Bad Batch.

The rest of her bio is below the cut. Enjoy.

Tally or Taliyah Fett

-Age: Roughly 19 years old as of 3278 LY or 7978 C.R.C. So, she is about a year younger than Aurora.

-Gender: Female.

-Looks: light purple-blueish hair, dark skin, and yellow/orange eyes. (Think like Chiss eyes but yellow in color.) Pointed ears and sharp fangs. Dark purple horns grow out from her head. One is broken. She is about 5’8” with a muscular build.

-Race: She is half clone (Mandolarian) and Lesser Infernal (Space tiefling.) 

-Story:

The daughter of Clone Soldier Trapper and an Infernal woman named Zirah. The two met and fell in love near the end of the war. Not long after order 66 was given, Trapper got hit in the head and blackout. When he woke up, he was alone and had a monster headache. So, he called Zirah, and she filled him in on what was going on. (Plus, she removed his chip.) The two went into hiding almost immediately. Well, until Rex found them and recruited them into the rebellion. Tally happened about a year later.

Settling down in a small village on a middle ring planet, Tally lived an ideal life with her parents. Given the town’s remoteness, their home was a perfect safe house for people escaping the empire. With all sorts of people and faces passing through. That was until the Inquisitors appeared looking for a rumored Jedi hiding in the nearby mountains. Trapper and Zirah did their best to protect their home, but they could do little against the Sith. 

The Inquisitors destroyed the village in an attempt to flush out the rumored Jedi. Tally’s parents were killed, and she was badly injured. Ahsoka, along with Rex and Cody, found Tally in the aftermath of the destruction. They saved her life but at the cost of her legs. 

The story beats from there; Cody takes Tally back to The Den to be healed. He adopts her and raises her in the rebellion. At some point, she gets prosthetic legs. She meets and befriends Aurora. And when the two are old enough, they join the fight against the empire. 

-Fun Facts:

Loves spicy foods

Is a total klutz

Has a weird second sense when it comes to directions. She never gets lost.

Best hand-to-hand fighter in the rebellion. (Bullies beware)

Favorite colors are lavender and pale yellow

Very short-tempered.

She will deny to her dying day that she has a fear of spiders.

[dailychaceccrawford]

via samzirah Instagram Stories | March 30th, 2024

[oof-ow-my-bone]

more sci-fi punk-y stuff i’ve been drawing while away from my pc

kind of getting the hang of ink and brush heehee

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PERNAH DENGAR FRASA MASTURBATION BUDDY ATAU JERK BUDDY? - PART 1

Baru-baru ni aku berhubung semula dengan kawan baik perempuan aku masa aku mula-mula kerja kat company ABC dulu. Dia masih bekerja kat sana dari mula kenal dulu sampai sekarang dah lebih 11 tahun sedangkan aku dah berpindah randah ke company lain demi sesuap payslip. hahaha. Company tu adalah company kedua aku selepas internship aku tamat. Masa kat company pertama (internship) dulu aku tak ada rezeki untuk disambung kontrak sebab tiada kekosongan jawatan walaupun bosses kat situ berkenan dengan cara kerja aku. Yelah kan budak baru habis belajar. Intern lagi. Mestilah rendah diri kan. Kerja pun bagi sehabis baik sebab muda dan sangat bersemangat untuk berikan yang terbaik dan berkorban untuk syarikat haha.

Okay berbalik kepada cerita kawan baik aku tadi. Untuk memastikan nama dia kekal rahsia aku namakan dia Nurul Quratul Nadzirah. Aku panggil dia macam-macam nama. Nurul la, Atul la, Zirah la..last-last aku decide panggil dia Zirah je senang haha. Zirah ni masuk kerja lebih kurang sama dengan aku beza dalam beberapa bulan je. Aku masa tu fresh from university dan kira masuk-masuk lepas interns tu jadi eksekutif muda la. Yang zirah ni pulak dia masuk sebagai Pembantu Tadbir sahaja dan masa tu dia dah habis diploma dan dalam proses nak sambung ijazah sarjana muda la. Kedua-duanya masa tu masih bujang dan belum kahwin. Aku masatu dah putus pun dengan ex girlfriend masa kat universiti dan masa ni masih belum kenal dengan future wife lagi haha. So sementara aku masih single tu aku pun enjoy hidup sebagai anak muda di perantauan. Habiskan duit untuk game, karaoke, makan, pakaian dan porn hahaha..porn masatu aku sibuk kumpul DVD lagi..banyak jual kat kedai-kedai yang aku tau boss dia kaki simpan DVD jenis XXX haha..

Aku masuk kerja dulu sebelum zirah ni masuk. Jadi masatu aku pun belum ada kawan sangat. Pergi mana-mana pun sorang aje. Waktu breakfast sorang-sorang, lunch pun sorang-sorang. Memang ada eksekutif lelaki dan perempuan lain yang ajak makan sama jugak tapi dorang ni selalu sangat keluar. sikit-sikit lunch mesti nak keluar..aku malas sebab jem teruk masa lunch ramai keluar jugak..masa ada sejam je.. mana la cukup..jadi kalau dorang nak makan luar aku malas nak turun cafe pejabat je.. Setiap kali lunch aku sama ada makan sorang kat cafe atau aku bawak naik atas makan atas meja pejabat..Camtulah rutin harian aku sampailah zirah masuk kat unit aku, masa hari pertama dia lapor diri aku tengok muka boleh tahan comel dan manis orangnya. Rendah sedikit orangnya, bertudung sopan, kulit dia tak putih tapi cerah..baju kurung sopan..senyum manis je..peramah dan bijak orangnya (dekan setiap sem). Masa tu aku jenis pemalu nak bertanya itu ini lebih-lebih kat dia sebabnya aku takut dia tak melayan. Yelah perempuan baru masuk kerja, muka boleh tahan lawa dan comel. Tentu-tentu sama ada dah kahwin, dah tunang takpun paling kurang dah ada boyfriend jadi takdelah aku nak melebih-lebih. Aku diamkan ajelah. Hari pertama dia masuk dia masuk time hujung-hujung tahun camnilah, bulan 12. Masatu ramai staff lain pergi bercuti jadi tak banyak tempat untuk dia rujuk berkenaan system application. Masatu staff baru kena register dalam internal system pejabat tu supaya kalau nak akses apa-apa files atau pekeliling ke, nak apply cuti ke atau buat tuntutan kepada syarikat mesti melalui sistem dalaman. Kira canggih jugak la untuk tahun tu dan zaman tu..company intern aku dulu pun pakai manual form lagi kena isi pakai tangan..haha.. Selalunya benda ni team HR dan ICT yang uruskan termasuk setting desktop pejabat. Oleh sebab team ICT pun ramai yang cuti, jadi dia pun berpaling pada orang paling dekat iaitu aku. Haha. Kalau ikutkan aku pun nak cuti tapi baru masuk beberapa bulan kan takkan dah minta cuti panjang dah kot haha so dari situlah bermula kitorang berkenalan. Jadi aku lah jadi orang ICT, aku jugak la jadi orang HR haritu haha. Sebabkan aku pun dah lalui proses tu masa aku masuk kerja dulu jadi senang la aku nak ajar dia apa kena buat.

Lama-kelamaan aku dengan zirah ni makin rapat la jadi aku tahulah semakin banyak pasal dia. Lepas dari haritu setiap hari aku akan breakfast dengan dia, tengahari tepat pukul 12.30 dia mesti terpacak depan meja aku ajak turun bawah makan. Dah macam isi dengan kuku la katakan tapi masatu aku tak berani lagi nak ungkap pasal boyfriend ke apa sebab aku taknak rosakkan hubungan baik kitorang. Aku anggap je dia dah ada boyfriend dan dia anggap aku sebagai kawan makan lunch sahaja. Nak harap dia single kang nanti aku pulak yang berharap lebih-lebih takut aku frust haha jadi lebih senang aku anggap macamtu. Keakraban aku dengan zirah ni bawak sampai ke telefon. Masatu Whatsapp belum lagi dikenalkan kat Malaysia. Ramai masih guna messaging services biasa (SMS). Jadi masatu aku kerap jugak topup setiap minggu sebab aku dengan zirah banyak borak setiap hujung minggu. Lepas waktu pejabat pun kadang makan malam kat gerai dekat dengan pejabat aku sebelum balik. Masa tu zaman Hot Tiket hotlink tengah popular. Jadi kejap-kejap aku turun dari rumah sewa aku beli hot tiket kat kedai telefon untuk pastikan kredit sentiasa ada untuk borak dengan dia. Kalau kredit aku dah habis, dia pulak akan call. Bila kredit dua-dua habis kitorang message je. Last-last habis sebab masing-masing tak beli topup kad.

Selang dekat nak setahun berkawan rapat, aku dengan zirah ni makin rapat dan dia pun dah mula send gambar selfie kat aku. Time tu hantar guna MMS (Multimedia Messaging Service) haha siapa masih ingat tau la..Telefon pintar masa tu baru nak naik..aku ni baru masuk kerja jadi skip dulu beli telefon pintar mahal-mahal ni..Aku ingat lagi phone pertama aku beli bila aku mula kerja tu adalah Nokia 701..masatu Nokia masih relevan la.. gambar dan video memang tajam buat masa tu..taksilap aku phone tu dipanggil symbian phones bukan smartphone..Bila nak jimat duit topup kitorang borak kat facebook chat. Senang sebab guna data dari duit (1 mesej satu sen). Jadi dia pun makin kerap cerita itu ini last-last sampai ke topik seks.

Aku pun tanyalah apa pendapat dia pasal seks semua. Mula-mula risau jugak sebab aku taknak rosakkan hubungan baik dengan satu-satunya kawan perempuan yang aku ada kat pejabat tu. Kawan baik pulak tu. Buatnya dia rasa tak selesa dan jauhkan diri dari aku kan dah malu je tak pasal-pasal. Jadi aku bertanya dengan cara perlahan dan tenang dan tanpa memaksa. Mula-mula seperti yang aku anggap zirah ni agak ketinggalan pasal isu seks ni. Bila aku cakap pasal blowjob, pancut luar ke pancut dalam ke apa semua dia taktau. CD Blue pun dia boleh taktau..apa tu? CD warna biru ke? cerita apa? Pelik kan.. rasa macam dia ni betul-betul perempuan melayu terakhir. Terlindung dari segala pengaruh budaya kuning...sampai la aku yang explain panjang lebar. Dia pun ooo macam tu ekk..ooo yeke..eee pelik-pelik..betul ke weh? Aku pun layan je pertanyaan dia dengan batang yang tegang la haha tapi tanpa bagitau dia la kan. Aku taktau la korang macam mana tapi bagi aku perempuan yang innocent dan tidak tahu apa-apa pasal seks lebih mengghairahkan daripada yang nakal dan open to sexual conversation...bagi aku awek yang jenis innocent tapi curious ni lebih mengghairahkan sebab kita tak tau macam mana tindak balas dia lepas dia dapat semua maklumat tu..boleh jadi dia pun lebih open dan lebih slutty dari awek yang dah tau semua benda tadi kan..

Last-last sembang punya sembang sampai ke topik melancap. Dia tanya aku pernah melancap ke? Sebab aku dah selesa dengan dia time tu aku pun terus terang dengan selamba..aku kata mestilah pernah weh..selalu..dia macam wow ye ke..ko melancap tu macam mana..aku kalau dapat soalan mcmni dalam mesej memang auto naik batang la...hahaha..dahla aku duduk sorang..jadi line selalu clear takde nak kantoi ke apa dengan housemate..pastu umur awal 20 an time tu memang libido berada di kemuncak..stim aje memanjang..asal ada bahan baru je..mesti layan sambil tangan dalam seluar haha..jadi berbalik kepada cerita tadi...dia tanya aku melancap lelaki tu macam mana..perempuan pun melancap ke..aku kata beza mestilah beza perempuan mana ada batang..camnilah aku kata..ko duduk dengan sapa? sorang ke atau dengan roomate? dia kata aku duduk satu rumah sewa 3 bilik dengan 5 housemate lain..aku kata haa ramai jugak..ada DVD player tak rumah ko? dia kata ada..aku pun bukak la CD blue yang aku kumpul bertahun-tahun tu..aku carik satu yang tunjuk porn star dia melancap lelaki dan perempuan, pancut dalam, pancut muka semua tu aku pilih sebab lengkap dengan pelajaran yang aku nak ajar dia..sebab memang aku kaki porn, aku ulang tayang hampir semua CD blue tu..jadi aku dah hafal pun jalan cerita dia..tujuan aku nak bagi dia tengok dulu video ni sambil aku ajar dia satu-satu sexual terms dan position dalam video tu...jadi sebab kan esok kerja aku kata okay zirah esok aku pass CD ni kat ko..aku tau rumah ko ramai housemate jadi pandai-pandai la ko tengok ya jangan sampai kantoi...😂😂.. dia pun bersetuju je...tak sabar nak tunggu esok dia kata..

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #191

1. Hi! Yesterday I found a highly specific fic on tumblr and i started reading it, but I lost it and somehow I can't find it in my history. I had found it on tumblr, under somebody shitposting that crowley and aziraphale decide who tops or bottoms every evening based on who received the check... the actual fic's plot is that one evening they're dining and crowley tries to joke that waiters always give him the check because they think he tops, but he took for granted that Aziraphale hadn't understood the joke so he laughs it off, but Aziraphale DID and he gets irritated about it. They go to Aziraphale's place, they try to talk it out and smut ensues. I think Aziraphale says at one point "I don't always want to be your stupid friend". But I'm sure there was a reversed wall slam. Help me if you can, please?? - anon

2. Hello! I am looking for a lost fic that I couldn't find in my AO3 history or your tags :( It's Aziraphale POV, takes place mostly in the bookshop. Aziraphale is excited to make a human friend who asks what A.Z. Fell stands for, and Aziraphale panics and says "Anthony." Human friend asks Aziraphale to a lecture (or the like) and Aziraphale says yes not realizing it's a date. Crowley overhears him being called Anthony and cracks up, and human friend mistakes A and C for a couple. If you or any of your followers know what this fic is I'd be so grateful! Thank you! - @smallspaceplant

3. Hi guys, first off I'd like to thank you for all the love and effort you put here, and it's helped me loads! I'm looking for a fic that I read a long, long time ago. It was so long ago that it might have been posted on ff.net, I really can't remember. I'd like to think I've read it about 10 years ago, but can't be sure. What I do remember is that Aziraphale fell and went with the name Zira or maybe Zirah, favored a cane with intricate carvings that Crowley(not that name though) gave him, and he used that to, a, sort a problem with the extra baby, and Crowley(or whatever his angelic name was) found blood on it and was understandably freaked out. Does anyone remember this fic? - anon

4. Hello! I’m looking for a fic and I only have a vague recollection of some scenes so I completely understand if you can’t pin it down! It’s 100% book omens, and I’m pretty sure it was written before the show came out. I’m also pretty sure it’s less than 10k words. Crowley and Aziraphale sleep together for the first time and the next morning Crowley is having Thoughts about whether this was considered a temptation. Aziraphale shuts it down and kisses him again. They show each other their wings. In the end, they kind of go their separate ways but agree to meet up again some time in the future. Again, sorry for the lack of details! - anon

5. Hi! I’m looking for a fic where god sends Aziraphale to another timeline? Or something? Because the apocalypse happened and god said something about him being happy and Aziraphale can’t be happy without Crowley (I think Crowley became a star after death) He ends up being polite but super distant with Crowley in this new timeline bc Crowley’s last words were to leave him alone Begging for anyone to help🧎🏻‍♀️- anon

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

- Mod D

[filmtv2022]

It's Our History

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

Synopsis: After the death of your mother, you find your way to a quaint little bookstore in search of a book that had been left in the care of one Mr. A.Z. Fell and Anthony J. Crowley. But it isn't just about a book, it's about finally meeting the beautiful 'people' that had interwoven themselves in to the lives of your mother and grandmother all those years ago. 

Warnings: Mentions of death 

A/N. As always, I apologize for any mistakes.

Aziraphale sat perched behind his desk, glasses slung low on his nose as he scanned over the detailed manuscript in front of him. The pages were yellowed with age, and yet the intricate illuminations were still beautiful and brilliant. It had been hours since the angel had started his investigation of the newest addition to his vast collection. Pages of documentation were taken in fine handwriting noting every nick and tear. The list of books for Zirah to fix grew longer by the day, but with all of eternity on his hands, the earthly angel couldn’t care less. Crowley on the other hand was growing impatient. This morning he’d been promised a lovely meal at the Ritz… as soon as Aziraphale was finished. With the hand on the clock striking two, he’d had more than enough waiting for one day. The demon was nearly to the point of conducting some frivolous miracles to hurry the process along when the door to the shop opened. The wood creaked on its hinges begging for attention. 

Lost in his work, Aziraphale didn’t seem to notice that someone new had come to visit, leaving Crowley unexpectedly in charge of dealing with this interaction. Already in a pissy mood, the demon spat a ‘greeting’, if you could even call it that, in your direction.

“Whatever you want it’ll have to wait, shop’s closed.” 

“Oh… I’m sorry. The sign out front says open, so I thought…” 

“Well, you thought wrong.” 

“Again, so sorry.” your eyes flicked to the blonde-haired man sitting across the room, “Didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll be going now.”

Looking back at the thin, dark man standing guard like a watchdog, you couldn’t help but notice how he inched closer to the desk when you glanced in their direction. It was as if he was preparing himself to pronounce, cautioning anyone against getting too close. 

“Bye now.” Sarcasm and hostility dripped from him as he spoke.

“Uhh, bye then.” With a tiny wave, you turned away defeated, and started back toward the door, when a new voice stopped you in your tracks. 

“Crowley, that is no way to talk to a customer. Please dear, do stay and have a look around.” 

Turning back, your eyes caught on the equally beautiful man standing next to the person who you now understood to be Crowley. They were both just as you’d pictured, as if a day hadn’t passed since those photos had been taken. In awe and disbelief, your voice was quiet with the enormity of the pair, “I don’t want to be a bother, it’s just that I could really use your help.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re no bother at all. And please, forgive my friend, they're in quite the mood this morning.” 

“It’s not morning anymore, Angel,” hissed Crowley grumpily. 

“Don’t be dramatic dear.” 

“They’re right you know? It’s past two.” 

“Really? Why goodness,” slipping out his pocket watch, he studied the time briefly before returning it to its home, “Would you look at that? My how time flies when you’re having fun!” 

The Crowley grumbled lowly under his breath in response, but his protestations went unnoticed (or rather ignored) by Aziraphale.

“Now, what is it that you are looking for? Oh, and forgive me, I’ve been quite rude myself. Dithering on and never introducing myself, I’m Aziraphale or Mr. Fell if you prefer.” 

“Well, uh… it’s very nice to finally meet you, Mr. Fell. And I’m looking for a copy of Pride and Prejudice. Well, it’s not really Pride & Prejudice, it just looks like it.” 

Ignoring the odd bit of your thought at the end, Aziraphale’s eyes lit up with unadulterated joy, “How fantastic! Tell me more about this edition you’re in search of. Is there a particular year or publishing house you’re looking for?”

“No, nothing like that,” a sadness crept in, pulling your mouth into a frown, and forcing your eyes to the ground, “It was my was my grandmother’s and then my mother’s.”

“And you think it ended up here?” 

“Yes, I do.”

“You seem rather sure of it being here, may I inquire as to why?” 

“She left me a note before she… it told me to come here, to talk to you. You and Mr. Crowley.” 

They stood shoulder to shoulder, close enough that their knuckles brushed together, staring back at you, their minds turning a mile a minute. They scanned over your features taking note of every minute detail, but it was the look in your eyes that finally helped them understand. Their hearts raced with the sudden realization.

It was Crowley who spoke first, his voice barely more than a whisper, “You can’t be… if you’re here that means…” 

“But she is here darling. And I can see it now, the resemblance, just look at her eyes.” 

Standing there you found yourself mesmerized by the pair of them. You’d seen the pictures… heard the stories you’re entire life. The incredible tales of Mr. Fell and Anthony J. Crowley, and yet it seemed impossible that they were both standing before you now. Aziraphale took a few steps in your direction. Crossing the room in a few strong strides, he planted himself in front of you. His hand came up to cradle your cheek, tears pooled in your eyes as he tilted your face up to see you better. 

“It’s so good to finally meet you. We’ve heard so much about you.” 

Your palms came up to rest on his creamed-colored jacket, the material soft with wear beneath your touch. Your nose burned as you fought to hold back the tears that blurred your vision. You didn’t want to look away for even a second for fear they may disappear entirely, “Same goes for you, Mr. Fell. I’ve heard about you all my life. I didn’t think you were actually real, but my god am I glad you are.” 

Azirphale’s strong arms, pulled you in allowing you to bury your face in his chest as the tears finally began to flow. Tenderly, he stroked your back and whispered words of comfort against your temple. Overwhelmed by emotion, you failed to hear the sound of footsteps coming in your direction. Crowley moved stealthily toward you and his Angel wanting nothing more than to comfort you both and seek that same in return. If you were here that could only mean one thing, the marvelous woman who was your mother was gone. He’d only just come to terms with the fact that both your gran and mother were mortal beings and that no matter how much he wished it away, there was an expiration date to their time on Earth. Logically, he knew it was going to happen, human life is fleeting at best, and yet he found himself growing angry that her time here was over. 

Crowley’s wide palm found its way to your back in a weak attempt at grabbing your attention. He needed to see you, to look in your eyes again. Watching him silently ask for you, Aziraphale adjusted his hold on your body so that you could lift your head and look at his Demon. Relinquishing your hold on Mr. Fell, you turned just enough to look at Crowley who was staring down at you through the dark glass of his shades.

“You're lovely,” gingerly, he tucked errant strands of hair behind your ear. His fingertips brushed feather-light touches over your cheekbones. His touch was nearly imperceptible, but your breath hitched at the warmth that radiated from his skin.

Wet lines spilled from beneath his sunglasses, and the corners of his mouth turned down, “You look…” he choked out. 

Reaching up, you wiped away the tears. Unwilling to let go, you found yourself toying with the bows of his glasses, “Can… can I see you…” Glancing back at Mr. Fell your breath shuddered, “Who you really are… the way they both got to see you?” 

You searched their faces for any sign of an answer. You thought that reading the angel would be easier, but he remained straight-faced, the only emotion gracing his features was that of anticipation as if he too was waiting for an answer.

Crowley’s decision came without words, his hand ran the length of your arm before settling around your wrist and guiding it back to his glasses. Letting go once your hand was in place, his chest rose and fell rapidly waiting for you to move. You took your time, ghosting over the cool metal, giving yourself the space to find the courage. 

“It’s all right dear, you have nothing to be afraid of.” Aziraphale’s voice was low and calm as he encouraged you to take the next step.

Shaking, you carefully removed the barrier between yourself and Crowley. His yellow eyes were on yours, never faltering, strong and terrified in equal measure. Lost in thought, you remained quiet, your fingers mapping over his features. Tracing the outline of his lips, the plane of his nose, the curve of his brow, the silky strands of hair that hung down over his forehead. 

“The pictures didn’t do you justice. You’re beautiful, Crowley.” Totally in awe, you couldn’t tear your focus away from the demon in front of you. Hearing your words, his shoulders dropped, the tension starting to fall away. 

Crowley looked over your shoulder at Aziraphale, the two sharing a moment. Behind you came a soft rustle and a gust of wind. Using his hands, which had found your waist, the demon turned you to face Aziraphale, and what you saw ripped the air from your lungs. The angel stood glowing, a halo of warm light surrounding him, but that wasn’t the true shock. That came from his wings. Zirah’s wings were all-consuming, their bright white feathers beckoned you closer.

Stepping toward him, your hands shot out, eager to feel and yet still hesitant. Looking up at Aziraphale, there was no need to speak as your question was obvious. 

“It’s okay. You can touch them if you want.” 

Slowly you found yourself outlining the shape of his feathers, paying attention to every detail. Unbeknownst to you, his head tipped back and his eyes shut tight. Feelin them soft like silk, and entirely intoxicating, you impulsively sought more. Burying your fingers in the depths of the layers, you were surprised to hear a strangled noise fall from Aziraphale’s lips. 

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Startling back, you worried that you’d inflicted pain, but looking up at the being in front of you a mask of pure bliss graced his angelic features. His eyes popped open at the loss of your touch. 

“No, quite the opposite my dear. And It's me who should be apologizing, I forgot myself there for a moment.” 

Reaching for your hand, he guided you back to his wings, encouraging you to continue. And you did until, the same sound as before, a flutter and gust of wind, caught your attention from Crowley’s direction. Keeping your hold on the angel, you turned your head to look behind you. Again, your lungs shuddered at the sight. Onyx wings now protruded from the demon’s back blocking out the world around him. Though utterly opposite, they were no less beautiful. Crowley reached for you again, his hands instantly found the curve of your waist and drew you closer. Stumbling slightly, he caught you easily, holding you to him as if he couldn’t believe you were real. Raking over your sides, the demon came to hold your face to him, much like Aziraphale had. Yet, there was something different playing over his features. 

“She’s gone then?” 

Unable to speak you nodded your head in affirmation. Fresh tears ran in steady streams down your cheeks, blurring the sight of the stunning creature in front of you. Crowley pulled you tight, his fingers burying themselves in your hair as you tugged at his vest, twisting the fabric in your fists. Heavy sobs wracked your body leaving you with nothing to do but cling to him.

Leaning down he whispered to you the only thing he could think of, the only truth he could be certain of, “You’re safe here with us. I promise. You're not alone.” 

Leaving you and his demon to have a private moment together, Aziraphale went to find the book. It took less than a minute as it was stored in a safe location away from the prying eyes of the public. Returning to you both, he tapped Crowley’s shoulder to get his attention. Feeling him pull away slightly, you followed in turn. 

“Is that it?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yes, and you were right, it isn't really a book. It’s…” Aziraphale paused as if uncertain about how to proceed. 

Seeing his Angel struggle, Crowley took the book from his hands and gave it to you before speaking, “It’s the story of us. Aziraphale, myself, and your family. It’s our history.” 

“You see, we’re connected, and we have been for… a very long time.” Zirah found his voice again though it was shaky as he talked.

“But I don’t understand. Why us? We’re just humans, surely we can’t be that important.”

“Ah, but see that’s where you’re wrong. That is precisely why you’re important. Your grandmother and your mother… they treated us kindly when the rest of the world couldn’t see beyond our differences, and for that… we’ll forever be in their debt. And beyond their kindness, your names… they’re written into the Ineffable Plan of the Universe. Yours in particular.” 

“What? What does that even mean?” shocked you searched for a better question, something that got to the heart of your confusion, but nothing surfaced. 

“It means that you… we… have grand adventures ahead. If you’ll join us that is.” Aziraphale's sweet eyes watched you closely waiting for the panic and fear to set in.

“Hold on, Ineffable Plan? You mean like ‘God’s” plan?” Zirah nodded in affirmation, “Didn’t think he was big on free will…”

Your off-hand comment brought a chuckle from the demon as he spoke, “Oh, I like her.” 

“Please, Crowley, be serious.” 

“All right, Angel. They’re all yours.” 

Aziraphale placed a hand on your back to lead you across the room toward the chairs near their desk. Guiding you to sit, he made his way to the other. Crowley perched on the arm of Zirah’s chair and waited for him to continue. 

“Now, where do we begin?” Zirah’s eye flickered up to Crowley with a smile.

“I know… let's start at the very beginning. A very good place to start.” Crowley smirked at his Angel loving his reaction to what had become a running joke after averting the Apocalypse. 

“Oh for the love of all that is good, do NOT start quoting The Sound of Music.” 

Aziraphale and Crowley couldn’t help, but share a quiet laugh together. Nothing like a generational dislike for The Sound of Music to bring everyone together even in the most harrowing of times. 

[lebloodymoonsystem]

Hello there! We’re a trauma/endo system, nice to meet y’all!

We don’t use emojis bc nah. We use our names to sign off bc we’re used to it.

If you’re anti endo, get the fuck away from us, we have enough terrible shit in our lives, do NOT add to it and no, we are not up for any kinds of arguments.

This blog is for fun, maybe to make some new friends, we’re not sure. Our og blog is @maxxiethecreature which is an agre account, some of us are age regressors. Don’t go to it if you’re a nsfw/kink account, we will block you.

Collectively: asexual mspec gay transmasc agender

We have autism, MDD, OCD and CPTSD, and self diagnosis NPD and BPD, please actually be patient with us.

Headmate/Alter intros: Mared, Zirah, Meteor, more soon?

Body age: 18, don’t care if minors interact but I will be cautious fyi

You’re free to dm us about just about anything(ask to vent)

Enjoy our insanity

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Sebastien Zirah Law, 2023

[sandesvir]

101.

Mungkin masih tersisa barang setitik Entah rapat di kotak penyimpanan mana dalam rumah ini Persedian rasa tenangmu yang dulu tak berbatas, tampaknya Tak pernah ingat warisan itu dihadiahkan Belum sempat kau ajarkan, atau aku lalai perhatian Kini aku butuh sebagai zirah dalam perang kecemasan Tapi tak melebihi rindu teduhmu dalam rupa kehadiran

Atau, Semoga kau pernah sematkan dalam tulisan yang sungguh Saat tabir rahasiamu menutup kau yang tengah rapuh Tentang jurus jitu terus tegar saat segalanya berangsur runtuh Berupa resep masakan, coretan abstrak, mungkin puisi yang tak utuh

Dimana bisa kutemukan, Bu? Kuharap tak kau bawa pergi seluruhnya Membersamaimu menjauh dari fana selamanya Maka apapun rupanya segera kuterjemahkan Mengubahnya jadi sinonim cahaya bulan Sebagai suar yang menyibak subuhku dengan gelap terpanjang

S.

[iv-vi-art]

A good view from this roof

commission for Zirah

[ramengir]

Cowo nongki / nongkrong

Sebenernya dari dulu agak gimana gitu kalo liat cowo2 nongki sambil gigitaran dan cekakak cekikik ampe malam (pengalaman liat di rumah paman jadi base camp anak2 nongki). Meskipun dua adik cowo ga suka nongki tapi ngeliat mereka pun malah jadi aneh karena lebih banyak di rumah atau sibuk organisasi.

Nongki tuh buat apa si wahai para adam?

Ada yg udah nikah tetep weh dah ada istri anak tetep nongki

Ada yang besok ujian anggeur weh nongki bukannya belajar

Ada yang galau putus cinta kek nya sudah pasti nongki.

Tapi memang ga bisa juga serta merta mikir a, b,c d soal mereka karena bisa jadi mereka nongki cuman pengen sekedar lepas baju zirah mereka setelah bertarung dengan kehidupan.

Dibalik titel boys don't cry yang berat banget. Anak laki-laki yang diharuskan jadi pemimpin tapi dunia sekarang gagal menampilkan role model buat mereka. Emang kasian banget.

Semoga ya para laki-laki punya pundak yang kuat dan tekad yang baja jadi pemimpin dirinya dan keluarga. Lelah boleh ko nongki aja silahkan wajar aja

yang ga wajar hayoh we nongki bari jeung jang ngeluh hungkul. Ganti sirkel bray..

[thevikingwoman]

Of course I'm going to use the BG3 character creator to create some OCs.

Iwyn Lavellan - Dragon Age || Illia Strand - Wayfarer

Bhrianna Osirion - Wayfarer || Vy Shard - Wayfarer

Hessian - DnD || Zirah - DnD

I don't think Iwyn looks like herself, Illia is alright. Something is off with Bhrianna, and Vy is not pointy enough. Also they have pearlescent everything, and that's really hard to emulate (crest is like the inside of an oyster shell)

my DnD characters I've not given a face before, so that's decent. Hessian is for a unique setting with an expanded patron list and the tattoos are actually really sort of their parasite patron; they're a weird one!