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robin-evry · 2 months ago

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Dr. Ratio! Yuu is going to be NRC's students' worst nightmare, that's for sure.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐃𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 🦉📜

Member of the Intelligentsia Guild. Eccentric temperament, sharp-tongued but with an elegant demeanor. The face under the strange plaster head sculpture is apparently unexpectedly handsome.

( artist of the header : pogogu )

( credit for the dividers : @cafekitsune )

Ew, is there first reaction towards the school and why are all the students wearing such ridiculous outfits It's a school not an accult, and is this Weezer saying about being great magician all they see is nothing but a cat indulging themselves about being great but they themselves see no greatness Infront of them just an overconfident little cat.

NRC number one student, the subjects are so easy for them to the point they have already suppressed most of their seniors, demand Crowley to allow them to become an official lecturer in NRC as well allowed to host after school lectures in their dorm room for students.

Become the scariest figure in all of NRC as well an unofficial new headmaster in NRC , no student is brave enough to up against them not even the teachers ( Crowley is sobbing ), Dr ratio!Yuu is strict and will not allow any slip up. They are the reason why the school held such a dignified reputation.

Even when students complain to Crowley he's not brave enough to go against because he doesn't want to suffer another lecture of his imperfect ways of teaching, he's ego has already been shattered by them, he doesn't need to be more broken

The ramshackle will be a place of where dr ratio!Yuu live as well a place where students have to go for their after school lectures or second school, the dorm has become larger as well possessing some Greek architecture around it in the front of the dorm or the official of the dorm is an owl similar to Dr ratio owl in his arms. The first floor has become a larger lecture to fit in students where there's a large stage in the middle where dr ratio!yuu stands and teaches, and if anyone is caught sleeping they will have a chalk hit them in the head to wake them up or will be hit by a book in the head. No slacking off on their watch.

The second floor is their living quarters. Dr ratio!yuu room is strictly forbidden to enter, their room is full of multiple sculptures of themselves as well a luxurious bathroom with multiple rubber ducks and bath tub in the middle where dr ratio!yuu meditate

During the Octavinelle arc, the first years didn't make a contract with Azul, why would they when they have Dr ration there teaching them. They even managed to make it in the top 50 in the board, all thanks to Dr ratio!yuu teachings.

Wears a head plaster to cover their face so people cannot get distracted by how handsome and beautiful they are, rarely take it off and if they do not wear it many students that have seen their face are unable to take their eyes off them, they are also described to be more goodlooking than vil or anyone in twst.

Has helped twst on new technological advancement in the century and gained large popularity, as well as a fanclub. Many students and others outside the school admired them and had a crush on them.

During one time when a group of savanaclaw students tried to show their dominance, one of them was thrown right across the room to the point it caused the others to back away and admit defeat, as I said no one is brave enough to go against them.

Another situation with the dorm leader riddles saying that their way is a disrespect to the queen of hearts, and Dr ratio!yuu point out their flaws of the queen of hearts and riddles ways.

Dr ratio!yuu : you said that the queen of hearts, was a ruler that upholds rules, but all I see is a tyrant who punishes the common folk for matters that are so small.

Riddle : HOW DARE YOU-

Dr ratio!yuu : and by far I'm seeing the exact same thing about you and the ruler, a child that holds the title of monarch but not the grace or qualities of a monarch. Tell me, are you even worthy of carrying the title of dorm leader similar to the queen of hearts worthy of calling themselves a ruler.

Riddle : i-

Dr ratio : I have met by far many people in my lines of work and by far they have more worth of being called a monarch than you....

Dr ratio!Yuu walk away leaving a stunt riddle behind.

By far that day riddle have an emotional scar, the words that the doctor has said to them have left a mark towards him. Riddle's mother soon learns about this situation and asks for Dr ratio!yuu explosion and even Crowley was afraid to face them, and when riddle mother confronts them, she also suffers from their harsh words of criticism and flaws, soon she even backs away from them.

Dr ratio may seem heartless but they do care about people, they want people to grow and unleash their full potential that's the reason why they are so strict with people.

During their first meeting with Jamil and kalim, during kalim being busy with something. Dr ratio!yuu ask why is kalim the dorm leader they said that Jamil is more worthy of being called dorm leader. This comment stunt Jamil. They said that Jamil is by far less careless and more appropriate to be a dorm leader.

Has respect for vil, Dr ratio!yuu respect vil for carrying him in high standards seeing them similar, together won't settle for less, vil pursuit of furthering peoples Beauty while Dr ratio!yuu is on a pursuit of furthering peoples intelligence and have high expectations for others and will always push others to their limit to reach potential. Saying that by far vil is already worthy of calling himself the most beautiful person as well a person worthy of a dorm leader.

I also like to imagine Dr ratio!yuu is what epel dream physic would be, being able to take down multiple students with ease as well smart and sharp. Epel wanted to ask them to train him but he's also scared to ask them but after enough courage he did ask them and they agreed, every know and then epel will be tutored by them in physical and academic requirements, vil approved and epel grades and physics have enhanced greatly.

Dr ratio!Yuu is an unstoppable force, they always tell the truth even tho it hurts people because if the people are unable to face the truth and how are they gonna grow.

By far after their appearance the standards of grades have risen 100%, there are no students that are being held back as well the standard of high grades started to rise thanks to Dr ratio!yuu after school lectures, and the staff personally thank them for giving students to have a back bone, they are by far a better headmaster than Crowley.

#not canon #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst scenario #disney twst #twisted wonderland yuu au #twst mc #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst yuu au #twst x hsr #dr ratio #dr ratio!yuu

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icarusredwings · 3 months ago

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would you recommend takin' over the asylum

Yes! And not only because of David but also the other charater's arcs are very intresting too!

It's on youtube for free and is only about 7 episodes.

TOTA discusses topics that were seen as very taboo at the time it was produced/written.

While we as mature veiwers can watch this and say "Okay yes there is misinformation" we have to remember that this was made before even going to a therapist was something people did regularly and openly admited it. If you went to a phycologist back then or even a therapist you were looked down opon.

This show shows and talks about things so subtly that you won't pick them up unless you've been there, OR you pay attention well. For example, one of the things with Campbell is that he is very "ego" driven, and Eddie has to learn how to balance him to keep him from toppling over and becoming manic. For example you'll see a lot of episodes Eddie will praise Bain and then scold him afterwards because in the begining episodes he gives Campbell too much praise/trust and it makes him have a break down because as I explain it to some "Once you get to the top of that cliff, you fall off"

At the very begining the viewer and Eddie are mislead to assume Campbell is a staffmember or a volunteer because of how open of arms he has, hes so eager to help and be useful, hes kind, and as eddie says "He dosn't *seem* looney?" And this is because he's very managable but his parents couldn't so sent him away.

Another reason I recommend it is the diversity of the acting and patiants. People often pin him as the silly side kick charater but Davids acting brings his story to a whole new level.

Campbell is also very energetic compared to most patients, and I think he's one of the youngest ones they have so he gets excited about things VERY quickly. He's jumping all over the place. Lil manic puppy. He always gets so happy to Eddie too, its very clear hes attached to him which (if you know) its very common for bipolar/ manic deapressivss to have that *one* person. This is what I mean by subtleness.

This show also includes topics such as (count this as a trigger warning too)

Giving up your boring job to follow your dreams (which was just ridiculous back then)

Immigration

Unfair justice system

Adhd

Ocd (id say her charater is most likely the worst portrayed but when you realize why it breaks your heart)

Abusive relationships

The taboo idea of dating a 'looney'

Quiting smoking for the better

Bipolar /Manic depressive disorder

Child loss

Self harm

Self ending

Grief

Mutism

Autism

Medical abuse of patiants/manipulation

Substance abuse

Different coping mechanisms

Homelessness

Another thing about this show I like is Eddie is very open to them, he treats them like people, he gets nervous and worried they wont enjoy his company even which means he cares enough about them to think their opinions matter whilst another worker states that they're loonies, no one cares what they want.

He takes care of Campbell a lot as well because- well.. He's a bit of trouble. A little scamp he is. But hes so cute tho. And YES David Tennant's accent IS in this one. It's SO much more thicker then say Crowley or the Doctor.

SPOILERS

Hell there's a woman who they claim is speaking in tounges but she's just speaking a foreign language in which Eddie only takes like 2 days to figure out because he had the nerve to LITSEN to her and try to see what she was saying instead of telling her to speak english and to take pills. The sad bit about this, though, is she becomes homeless because of getting kicked out of the mental hospital.

Yet another theme I like about this show is that A. The colors are just bright enough to keep attention but not get a head ache, B. Bain behaves exactly the way you would expect a teen experiancing issues would, happy, snappy, sad, overly confident all at once, in a blink. C. Eddie meets this woman with a mean dog and yet Eddie forgives this dog many times despite it tried to bite him.

The woman was older and was testing eddie to see if he's a good person or not, no matter how annoying she was to him, he treats her with upmost respect and kindness. She ends up paying him a lot to fix the windows, which gives him extra cash to spend on one of the girls he was intresting seeing as hes very respectful to her despite her depression and I want to almost guess Post Partum but I actually don't know,

ANYWAY He even takes her to see his grandparents and adopts kittens just for her because she loves kittens and some delinquents killed her other kittens.

In most stories, the doctor or patiant is odd and tries to manipulate the other into going out with them, but whenever she declines, he only nods and goes away. It doesn't feel forced either. It's very sweet.

Anyway YES. Please watch it like holy shit I don't have anyone to talk to about it!! The lady who wrote it was actually bummed it flopped because of how progressive it was but is happy its becoming popular now! Love you Donna Franceschild!

#taking over the asylum #takin over the asylum #takin' over the asylum #campbell bain #david tennant #awnsered asks #Donna Franceschild

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cdramaconvert · 1 year ago

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The names Crowley calls Aziraphale when he's ordering drinks at the pub (with photos and descriptions for context)

On my nth rewatch of Good Omens I hyperfixated on this scene in particular because "who the fuck is Lady Brackney?" and I just had to look it up. Apparently, this scene was improvised by David Tennant and it's a typo for Lady Bracknell.

Prime Video has a blooper of this scene showing the different takes and the names Crowley calls Aziraphale. So of course I had to look all of them up and now you have to find out about them too.

Lady Bracknell

(Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest)

Lady Bracknell is first and foremost a symbol of Victorian earnestness and the unhappiness it brings as a result. She is powerful, arrogant, ruthless to the extreme, conservative, and proper. In many ways, she represents Wilde's opinion of Victorian upper-class negativity, conservative and repressive values, and power.

Angela Lansbury

(award-winning actress)

Known for taking on various roles in film, television and on stage, Angela Lansbury was nominated for an Academy Award after appearing in her first movie, Gaslight (1944). She continued her film work during the '60s and '70s while also starring in television projects. In 1984, she debuted as Jessica Fletcher in the popular series Murder, She Wrote, which would run into the next decade. Lansbury has also won several Tony Awards for her work in projects like Mame, Gypsy and Sweeney Todd.

Miss Marple

(Fictional Character in Agatha Christie's crime novels and short stories)

While Agatha Christie acknowledged that her grandmother had been a huge influence on the character, she writes that Miss Marple was "far more fussy and spinsterish than my grandmother ever was. But one thing she did have in common with her – though a cheerful person, she always expected the worst of everyone and everything, and was, with almost frightening accuracy, usually proved right."

Bonus names he calls him in cases his references were too specific

My maiden aunt

Dowager Duchess

My elderly friend

The old lady

Now it made more sense (at least to me) why Michael Sheen had to make a reference when he was asked about this scene too.

For those who missed it, "Thin Dark Duke" is a reference to David Bowie's alter ego "Thin White Duke"

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #michael sheen #david tennant #thin dark duke #lady bracknell #pub #neil gaiman #season 2 #bloopers #good omens bloopers

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aziraphales-library · 10 months ago

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Hey! First time asking. Does anyone know a fic where Crowley moves on with someone else and Azi is jealous? Or any fic with jealous Aziraphale? Thank you!

Hello. We have a #jealous aziraphale tag you'll want to take a look at. Here are more jealous Aziraphale fics, along with a couple in which Crowley is with someone else and does not remain with Aziraphale...

Muse by LadyRazzle (NR)

"There’s more to temptation than hanging round and whispering sweet nothings into delicate ears. Sometimes you have to get…stuck in." "Stuck in?" Aziraphale exclaimed.

Courting Dance by commandersmoothdog (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship is...healing. Things simply couldn't go back to how they were or how they wished they would. So they're taking things slow. While at the Farmer's Market Aziraphale learns that Crowley was unknowingly set up on a blind date the previous week. Shyness ebbs away as jealousy takes over, along with the fear of the chance of Crowley moving on from him, and he amps up the romance in their relationship. He apparently can't claim to have been subtle with his feelings before, but now they are undoubtedly present! At least he hopes they're undoubtable to Crowley.

A Tryst and A Job offer by justsimplymeagain (E)

The angel gone - Crowley was left to his own devices - and for a demon like him. That meant drinking, sleeping and trying to escape the worst century in any way possible. By any means. Or it normally would mean that if it wasn’t for two things: One - He had company to drink with. Two - He had a job offer that was more tempting than it had a right to be.

Bit On The Side by commandersmoothdog (E)

"So how's it been? Reuniting with your angel," Lucifer asked with a smirk as he took a drag from his cigarette. "I don't think that's the best pillow-talk conversation we can be having," Crowley countered. "Oh, I disagree! I love it when angels do a walk of shame out of heaven. Plus...I should keep tabs on my competition, shouldn't I?" "He's apologized. I'm slowly accepting his apology. We have lunch. And dinner. And drink." "Do you talk?" Lucifer prompted. "Mostly about nothing." "Do you fuck?" "No." "Do you want to?" "What could I do with him that you can't do better?" The smile Crowley gave Lucifer was small, and he wouldn't claim to be happy, but content is enough...given the previous years. His answer also fed into Lucifer's ego, which did the trick and Lucifer was satisfied. or Lucifer opens a London branch of Lux and puts Crowley in charge. The party is as modern, sexy, and sinful as it is in LA. It was enough of a distraction for Crowley until Aziraphale returned. Can he keep his sexual relationship with Lucifer and his romantic relationship with Aziraphale balanced?

Forget Him by DarkHedgehog, slatehertzer (E)

When Aziraphale breaks up with Crowley for the hundredth time, it's as if his whole world had shattered, but there are other people that care for him still and he's about to find out just how much. A Crowley/Lucifer positive fic

Crowley Gets A Boyfriend by swimmingfox (T)

Six months after Aziraphale left him for Heaven, Crowley is moping around London hating everything. Until he meets an unruffled mechanic who asks him out. Rebound fic! In which Crowley learns to a) like himself a little bit and b) learns what having a boyfriend is supposed to be like. But the Second Coming looms, and decisions have to be made…

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley/other(s)#crowley/lucifer #jealous aziraphale #adult omens #mod d

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reigningqueenofwords · 8 months ago

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One Month

Word count: 1,197

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Part 2 of Hello There

It had been a month since you’d left that cheap motel with Crowley. Never in your life did you imagine that some of the best times in your life would be with the King of Hell. Before you had met him that day, you imagined the worst. Who wouldn’t? You didn’t imagine how attractive he was, how enjoyable his presence was, or that he had such a sense of humor Of course, he had a temper, as well. You’d seen it a couple times- never directed at you, however.

He’d given you your own room in hell, not that you really used it. It was nice, though, if you really wanted to get away. At first his lackeys, as you’d taken to calling them, had hated it. They down right loathed you. Over a few days, you’d befriended a couple of them.

You were still a hunter. Hell, you’d even had a demon tag along a time or two. It confused you, a lot. There were days where you shut Crowley out. You had been raised in this life. You had been taught that demons were bad, monsters were bad, etc, etc. Yet, you’d met demons who weren’t all that awful. A few were more pleasant to be around than some humans you knew. Crowley was just like any businessman you would meet you figured.

The Winchesters had gotten in touch with you a few days ago, having ignored you after you simply ditched them. You probably hurt their egos. At the moment, you and Crowley were sitting in a local bar, waiting for them. It was a weeknight, so it wasn’t all that full. You had a clear shot of the door, so you would know exactly when they walked in.

“I don’t know why you agreed to this.” Crowley sulked. “It’s not like they’ve kept in touch this whole time.”

You rolled your eyes, sipping your drink. “Crowley, stop. I’m still a hunter, if you haven’t forgotten. They’re hunters, as well. It’s a courtesy.” Sighing, you sat back and crossed your legs.

He licked his lips and swirled his whiskey. “This better be good.” He remarked. “We could be off having a blast elsewhere, sans the Winchesters.” You patted his hand gently. If he didn’t have business that he needed to attend to, he’d gotten in the habit of showing you different places. You’d been all over, and actually got to enjoy places. As opposed to just hunting and getting out. "Hopefully this is over with quick so we can be on our way.“

You hadn’t been paying attention, so you didn’t notice the boys walk up. “Hot date tonight?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You have no idea.” Crowley replied.

You slapped his arm playfully. “Be nice.” You told him. Sighing, you looked over to them. “So, what can we do for you guys?” Smiling, you motioned for them to sit.

“It’s ’we’ now? Because, if I recall, we asked you here. Not him.” Dean pointed out. “We wanted to know where you’ve been this past month.” He shrugged.

You crossed your arms. “Here. There. Hunting. Relaxing.” That was the short version, anyway. "When I want some serious down time, I go spend some time in Hell.“ The look on Dean’s face was one of shock, and horror. "If I catch wind of a hunt, either I head out alone, or Jenna goes with me. Sometimes we have the night off, so we hit up some town with something going on. We’ve gone to concerts, fairs, things like that.” They probably guessed you’d been slacking in the hunting department.

Sam looked surprised, but not down the same mind set as Dean. “So, things are going well?” He asked, trying to keep things friendly.

“Do you mean am I keeping her chained up somewhere? No, you bloody buffoon.” Crowley told him. “She’s free to do as she pleases. I’m not her keeper.” He shrugged. Dean was observing the two of you, sitting back, one arm slung over the back of his chair.

You finished the last sip of your drink and smiled towards Crowley. “Would you mind getting me a refill, and maybe a couple beers for the boys?” Sliding your glass to him with one finger, he knew that you wouldn’t take no for an answer. Once he was at the bar, you looked at Sam and Dean, eyes narrowed. “You were just checking in on me? After not hearing from you for a month?” For some reason, something felt off.

“Y/N, we were just worried about you. I mean, we thought that maybe you’d come back. Or at least let us know how you were doing.” Sam explained. “Who would think a hunter and the King of Hell would…ya know.”

“….What?” You blinked at him.

Dean sat forward. “You’re with him. Aren’t you?” Judging by the tone of his voice, he was pissed. “You are the King of Hell’s little toy, huh?”

The look on your face shifted. “Dean Winchester, you better lose that tone with me.” You snapped. “He is a friend. Is he not allowed to have them?” You looked annoyed. “I’m enjoying myself. What’s so wrong with that? I’ve even met a few demons I’d consider friends.” That was a bold thing to say to him.

Both of them stared at you, not trying to hide any emotion that went across their face. “Wait.” Dean let out a half chuckle. “I thought I just heard you say that you have demon friends.”

You nodded. “I even hunt with a couple. They’ve helped me wipe out a vamps nest, take down a couple witches, and a werewolf.” They’d had a little too much fun with it, but they got it done.

Crowley reappeared, all the drinks held expertly. “Here you go, dove.” He handed you your drink to you and left their beers on the table. “What did I walk in on?” Sitting down, he watched you three shift a bit.

Dean took a swig of his beer before leaning forward a bit and staring at Crowley. “Are you and Y/N sleeping together?” He asked, obviously not believing you.

“Are you stupid, Squirrel?” Your companion asked, his voice low and smooth. “Not only is that none of your business, as I’m sure if she wanted you to know about her sex life, she’d tell you….but why on Earth do you think I’d tell you who I choose to allow in my bed?” You knew him well enough to know that this meeting was almost over. “I have almost everything I need for you. After that, you can bloody forget about my help.” He stood up, leaving his drink untouched. “Let’s go, Y/N. If we go, we can attend that play you were talking about.” Crowley’s voice was far different when addressing you.

You stood, taking Crowley’s arm as he offered it. “I’ll talk to you later. I’ll give you time to cool off, and maybe comprehend that not everything is all cookie cutter as you’d like to believe. Enjoy your drinks.” The two of you walked towards the exit, leaving the boys staring at your backs.

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casuallycryptidcider · 27 days ago

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Six Song Soundtrack Game

Saw this going around and thought that this would be fun to do with my current PC. JovianJournals did this lovely drawing of my character <3

1. Event that defines your character's past:

And as I watch you disappear into the ground

My one mistake was that I never let you down

So I'll waste my time and I'll burn my mind

On miss nothing, miss everything

I'm miss fortune, miss so soon

I'm like a bottle of pain

Miss matter, you had her

Now she's goin' away

2. How your character sees themselves:

Strike first

Make it hurt

When everyone assumes the worst

I never have to say I'm sorry

Spiteful

Ruinous

I'm all things you feared I was

Another villain in your story

You think that I'm a spitfire?

You should

Afraid you're on my bad side?

That's good

If I wanted to end you

I could

3. How others view them:

Does the wolf apologize when he stands on top?

Does the wolf apologize?

Should the lion say his grace when he takes his mark?

Should the lion say his grace?

I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive

I do what I need to, what I have to, well, you can try to be civilized

But I'm gonna stay alive, but I'm gonna stay alive

Yeah, I'm gonna stay alive

4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic):

So put your money where your mouth is

Are you in or are you in the way?

Are you ever gonna grow up, show up, make a fucking change?

Put your money where your mouth is

Are you waiting on a rainy day?

Are you ever gonna quit shit, commit stop the games?

Are you in or in the way?

Funny how you talk like you actually know

When that rush you felt, I can tell it's starting to slow

Well maybe in another life, maybe in another time

Maybe in another lifetime, time, time

5. A major fight scene:

Red light camera

Gore and glamor-a

Dancing through the flames

Taking Aim, Taking Aim

Line of Fire

Trip the wire if you desire

Target strike a pose

Oh how boring, how composed

Covergirl Magazine

Tastes like Kerosene

When having fun

Radical Regime

Dripping candy from the seems

I’ve got guns

6. End credits song:

How did we get so jaded? I don't know

Was it the white lies feeding our egos?

I never valued minutes I burned through

Is that just how it goes?

Seconds I wasted, I was fixated

You're devastated, sorry to say

I can't fix it, is this where I give in?

I'm falling through the hourglass

And I don't think I'll ever make it back

So I throw stones at walls I'll never climb

Victim to the sands of time

Falling through the hourglass, the hourglass

#oc: eulalie lemon ndoci #Spotify

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meltingpenguins · 1 year ago

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To me it's not so much the 'that they made it clear' rather than the -how-

In the book you have so many little bits (often in between the lines) that show how much trust there is between them (from the more obvious 'crowley informing Aziraphale' about the antichrist' to more subtle stuff 'crowley giving azirphale his new phone number') how much knowing one another (especially how aziraphale initially uses 'it's ineffable' vs how he grows to use it, and how crowley catches on), the general understanding of one another...

Especially the latter has gotten so grating on the show for the sake of... what exactly?

Just compare the scene in Eden. The show gives us an aziraphale who has, at best, a gentle breeze going through his head, who responds to crowley's 'would be funny if I did the right thing' with a chortle like the worst goofy impression and him go 'nooOOooOo' in a thoroughly overacted way is played for laughs.

Meanwhile in the book it's a dry 'not really', and crowley catches on immediately. This is still and angel he's talking to, no matter how nice the talk was all things considered. An angel who just defied God's will by doing what by all logical means should be the right and/or good thing, but it's not what the Almighty commanded, so if it *is* wrong this angel might Fall and crowley knows first hand that that is not something to wish on your worst enemy.

So... Why make Crowley such an asshole with no regards for anything but his ego, and aziraphale so dreadfully dimwitted? (and food obsessed. It's a miracle they didn't put Michael Sheen into a fatsuit just to hammer the point home that this aziraphale is nothing but a fatphobic stereotype played for laughs)

And as for the 'dynamic' the broadest audience loves so much:

We, technically, already had the 'dorky sunshine in love with the snarky broody one' just that it was Crowley who was the sunshine. If whoever made the decision that this would have been too complicated for the audience to understand, then that someone is certainly not fit to adapt the story in any format.

/tableflip

Okay, Good Omens fandom, you DO know why the whole

'demons can be FIXED by being paired of with an angel'

is a very concerning idea?

you DO know that, right?

Please tell me you do know why that is fucking creepy.

#good omens critical

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omenics · 2 years ago

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ive had this idea.. say that mc is extremely good at spell drive like has amazing technique and power (almost on par with malleus) but since they’re in ramshackle, crowley let’s them pick which dorm they want to represent. how would the dorm leaders try and appeal and try to get you on their team? this can be any dorm leaders you want!! ty!

[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 , leona, kalim, jamil, azul.

› ..[name] aka the best student in the school loses 90 years off of their life <3 gn reader. — this is so cool! tysm for the request

LEONA.

yk damn well he’d want you on his team

the second he hears that (honestly probably from grim or crowley or whatever) that ur close to malleus’ level?? bros hatching a plan already

said plan is going up to you and forcing asking you to be on savanaclaw’s team, dw he will ask nicely (spoiler he wont)

bro would probably be too scary to say no to. tbh im speaking from myself but he would just scare you into playing smh like hello leona be nice ;(

honestly hed probably just make ruggie ask and since its someone who isnt leona u’d say yes bc its not leona 😊 so u join either because of intimidation or just someone asking who isnt the dorm leader

KALIM, JAMIL.

tbh i think it wouldve been jamil’s idea

or just the dorm collectively agreeing that they’d have a chance to win

oh [name] is on par with malleus?? guess we have a new teammate 😊 not only for that tho dw theyre probably the only ones that actually like you

anyways it would be mean to say no to kalim hence why he asked. personally. this was all jamil’s plan bc he knows no one can say no to him because why would u hurt his feelings?????? thats just mean [name] 😐

god i sound like im babying him but i am not. in general no i dont wanna make him disappointed okay i would feel too guilty so you would be too

in conclusion youd join bc no one wants the best twst character to be disappointed 😪

AZUL.

i forgot if their dorm competes LMAO

but anyways in this they do and by the minute youre done talking youre playing with octavinelle bc theres no way hes not convincing you

mf is standing behind you with jade and floyd after they overhear ‘powerful’ and ‘choose’

i dont even know how but its probably just the shadiest bet sugarcoated in a way you absolutely cannot refuse. they have the worst blackmail too or smth. oh you ate worms as a kid? everyone’s gonna know if you disagree.

they even tell you ‘nd ur just like ‘how did you find out abt that????’

note i did not eat worms as a child that was my cousin

anyways your best best is joining azul if you cherish your ego and or reputation 😭

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burnin0akleaves · 3 years ago

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Ranger Gathering Day 22: Sinister

We as a fandom need to talk about Wallace more. In case you don't remember, Sir Wallace was the young knight that made the mistake of challenging Morgarath in The Tournament at Gorlan.

Now here is a rant because I love him and he deserves more appreciation

He was nowhere near Morgarath experience wise, its mentioned that he was knighted not too long ago. Wallace was just there to gain experience and hopefully earn some fame along with it. And then what does he get? A murder attempt!! Not because he was on Duncan's side, not because he was helping Halt and Crowley or because he knew anything about Oswald. Wallace had nothing to do with Morgarath's plans, he was just unlucky enough to not immediately lose to him.

I genuinely think this is one of the best scenes for Morgarath's characterization. The fact that he was completely ready to brutally murder someone while they were already down because his ego was bruised for two seconds is one of the most sinister scenes in the books in my opinion.

And yes Wallace falling off his horse in two rounds may not look impressive next to Horace killing Morgarath when he was 16, but in his defence Wallace didn't think he was in a real fight. He thought he was in a friendly duel where the worst that could happen to him was a few broken bones.

Also speaking of Horace, something I find really ironic is that Wallace is his teacher. In The Ruins of Gorlan when Rodney notices Horace's instinctual swordfighting style, him and another teacher mention sending Horace to a "Sir Wallace". Is it the same Wallace? Who knows. But the idea of Wallace almost getting murdered by Morgarath at the tournament at Gorlan and then 15 years later helping train the person who does end up killing Morgarath is really fucking funny.

Basically, Sir Wallace is a badass. He deserved better. The idea of Arald noticing how talented he is for his age and giving him a job offer at Redmont after saving him from Morgarath is really sweet and him training Horace is a really nice concept. Wherever he is, I hope he is happy

#ranger gathering 2022 #rangers apprentice #sir wallace #morgarath #baron arald #horace altman #🍂 textpost #🍃 fanart

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mishasminions · 4 years ago

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The Last Time I’ll Write a Long Post About Supernatural (15x18-15x20)

15 YEARS OF WATCHING THIS SHOW. 11 YEARS OF RUNNING A BLOG ABOUT IT. IT’S BEEN QUITE A RIDE.

[15x20 Speculation + evidence at the bottom]

First off, I just wanna come clean and say, after all these years, I still think they should’ve ended at Season 5.

If you’re going to come at me with “Then why’d you stick around to watch it if you didn’t like it?”, your question is immature, and the answer is simple: I just want to know what happens next (I also love the main characters and their actors too). You can watch a show and still think it’s shit.

Call me a clown, but despite all the disappointment and trust issues that this show has given me, I would still look forward to the day where it might just turn itself around and bring back the quality it once had, or realize the potential of each story it was trying to tell, or at the very least, do justice by my favorite ship.

Never happened.

They’ve had a few good episodes here and there. I can’t imagine the SPN Universe without The Man Who Would Be King, The French Mistake, and Scoobynatural. Seasons 6-10 were enjoyable at times. I blocked out most of 7 & 11-15.

If you’ve been following this blog since its heydays in 2010-2014, you’d know I’d try my best to defend Destiel and this show’s decisions regarding it no matter what.

Because you know what, as a CONCEPT, this show is good. If you take a look at all the worlds its storylines have birthed in fanfiction/fanworks, you’d see how much Supernatural has wasted its own story arcs. The writing got shittier as each season progressed, and they’ve obviously given up in production as well because the quality in the execution has noticeably gone down too, but if you take a step back and take a look at the bigger picture, you’ll see that this show still tries to make sense of itself.

[If you’re still following this post, please bear with me, I know this is long, but I just want you to understand how jaded and pessimistic I am with regards to this show, so maybe you can buy into whatever hopeful thing I’m about to say later on.]

SO LET’S TALK ABOUT DESTIEL

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that they would give us Castiel’s “I love you” speech. To the point where, if I weren’t so desperate for it, I would argue that it was completely out of character for him to word vomit the way he did (but I’m not gonna diss on that right now because I’ll take what I can get).

I’ve valued every meaningful and obscure exchange that Dean and Cas have had in the earlier seasons, and I was willing to accept their relationship as just that--undefined, without any clear boundaries as to what they really are. And I think that was beautiful on its own.

But now, they’ve chosen to define it.

After they’ve driven every possible wedge between Dean and Castiel in seasons 11-15, to try to explain away their feelings as something they offer to a collective.

Dean can’t mourn and pray for JUST Cas, he has to mourn and pray for EVERYBODY--even Crowley, even some chick he just met, because god forbid he cries about just the guy who has given up everything for him--that would be “too homo”.

They’ve even set Cas on a path to abrupt fatherhood just so he can care about something other than Dean. Make it seem as if Dean wasn’t his purpose through and through.

And after all these years of this stupid show trying to deny it, they choose to acknowledge it at the worst possible circumstance, at a time where they’ve been so far apart, that it seems so foreign for them to suddenly come together.

But here we are. And they’ve chosen to tell us.

Chosen to tell us that everything that Castiel has done leading up to his death, he has done it because he was IN LOVE WITH DEAN WINCHESTER.

Chosen to tell us that the ONE THING THAT WOULD MAKE CAS HAPPY IS DEAN WINCHESTER.

Chosen to tell us that BEING WITH DEAN WINCHESTER is something that CAS WANTS BUT KNOWS HE CAN’T HAVE.

And they’ve also chosen to tell us nothing about how Dean feels.

Sure, finding out your angel made a deal, the stipulations of said deal, his newfound happiness philosophy, his long-winded monologue of why he loves you and why you’re worthy of his love, and to top it all off he tells you that being in love with you is enough to make him happy while he subtly hints that he’s always wanted to be WITH you romantically, was a lot to process in the 5 minutes after you’ve just had an existential crisis.

It’s whatever, right? Let’s culminate 11 years worth of tension and feelings in 5 minutes. Let’s waste the entire episode with cringey expository dialogue, and irrelevant sequences. The whole season was a waste anyway.

You know what Supernatural? FUCK YOU FOR THAT. They deserved better. WE deserve better.

And I would love nothing more than to hurl every possible insult your way,

But for the last time, I’m going to HOPE that you’re finally going to try to make it better for the fans that stuck by you all these years.

No more baiting new viewers, no more placating casual viewers, no more excuses. 15 years. Bring it home for the people who have actually been around.

SO HERE’S HOW I THINK 15x20 IS GONNA GO

There’s two ways this series is gonna end. Horribly or Spectacularly.

First let’s all take into consideration what Andrew Dabb says about it:

So, let’s start with

ENDING HORRIBLY

In this scenario, Misha is telling the truth about his last day of filming being 15x18. His “camping trip” during the last few days of filming 15x20, was actually a camping trip. He doesn’t go to Vancouver to shoot.

Jensen wasn’t “being careful” during the zoom interviews that it was just him and Jared quarantining for the shoot, it really was just him and Jared (althought most of these were done pre 15x19) Supernatural isn’t smart enough to do misleading PR, and they’re once again oblivious to the potential of their own story.

Misha hasn’t posted a “Goodbye Castiel” tweet because he’s probably saving it for last episode or he forgot because it was overshadowed by the Destiel trend that night.

So what we get is:

Sam and Dean are on the road again, up against the monster of the week. Only their world no longer has actual Supernatural beings anymore, so the monsters they’re fighting are humans.

Humans end up killing the Winchesters (despite having gone up against literally every powerful being imaginable INCLUDING God himself). Dean and Sam end up in heaven and relive their greatest hits.

Meanwhile, Castiel rots in The Empty because he died after realizing that he was happy and gay. Jack doesn’t bother rescuing him—his surrogate dad, the guy who made this specific deal to spare him—even though it was so easy for him get Cas in and out of The Empty when he had a fraction of the power that he has now.

Dean never speaks of Castiel’s confession because despite all the hints of a profound bond in the earlier seasons, and the fact that Dean has never cared for anyone (who isn’t his actual brother) as immensely as he does Cas, Supernatural just can’t have its main macho character be “suddenly bisexual” because that would hurt the male ego or some shit.

His heaven would probably be living happily ever after with his family. “Family” meaning Mary and John Winchester--two of the shittiest parents ever (but they’re not going to include them in this episode like they were supposed to because of Covid) and Sam.

Sam also gets a dog. As usual.

I wouldn’t put it past Supernatural to do this. After everything they’ve pulled, this would be right up their alley. I actually expect this ending.

Anyway, onto the next possible ending

ENDING SPECTACULARLY

In this scenario, Supernatural tries to stick the landing, and Jensen’s whole “It didn’t sit well with me at first, but then I took a step back after talking to Kripke, and realized that I had to view it from an audience perspective, I am now really excited about it” (DC Con 2019) anecdote about his thoughts on the final episodes, were actually about Dean potentially ending up with Cas. (Which would totally make sense because Jensen at first didn’t see Dean as anything but hetero, but as of late, he has been throwing in Destiel jokes of his own, so he seems to have warmed up to the idea)

Backed with Misha’s tidbit (DLConline 2020) that he and Jensen had conversations about Destiel, and that they wouldn’t have gone through with it if Jensen wasn’t onboard with it, but Jensen didn’t push back at all. (Why would they need to check with Jensen if it was just Cas going all in?)

Robert Berens (writer of 15x18) also wrote the script at the beginning of Season 15, but made Misha privy to the concept a year prior (Season 14), so they went into this season knowing about Destiel going canon.

This one’s a reach, but this scenario also supposes that Misha was lying about his whereabouts during the filming of the final episode, and him saying that 15x18 was his last episode is part of the diversion to avoid taking away from the weight of Castiel’s death.

And that Supernatural is actually self-aware of its own material (similar to how they have wrapped things up in the past—lots of expository dialogue, poor execution, but fulfills the story arc)

Since Season 15 is basically a Meta Season (Chuck/God as a writer, pretentiously calling out how he created the worlds, its characters, and basically invalidating the past 14 seasons), and 15x19 is supposedly the finale for Season 15, written by two of the worst Supernatural writers, Brad Buckner and Eugenie Ross-Leming (Bob Singer’s wife), then we can assume that 15x19 is where the shitty writers kill themselves--as Chuck, of course.

So we get a badly written episode that produces a bad ending, or as Becky put it, “All action, and no Cas”

So we get the bad writers season ending at 15x19.

And 15x20 is where Sam and Dean write their own stories, and where the cast had a hand in pitching ideas for it.

Dabb has mentioned that 15x20 (Act Two) is a SERIES finale, where they try to resolve the characters’ journeys.

Because as everyone has acknowledged, Supernatural isn’t about the story, it’s about the characters.

So here’s what we can get out of it:

With no more Supernatural beings left to fight, Sam and Dean are in a stalemate. They’ve resigned themselves to fighting to the bitter end, but the “end” has passed, and they’re still standing.

So they try to figure out who they are now, and what they want out of the life they still have.

Sam still wants a normal apple pie life. Before Dean dragged him out of college to go hunting with him, he had a whole life planned out for him. Become a lawyer, settle down with a nice girl, and get a dog. He gave all that up because they had work to do, but now the work is finished, he can finally go back to wanting that for himself again.

Dean finally realizes his self-worth after Cas saves him again. His prayer to Cas in purgatory may have helped him come to terms with his anger, but the whole “you’ve done everything you did for love” speech finally put him in his place, and he learns not to hate himself anymore.

But of course, he cannot fully reconcile with himself if he doesn’t get Cas back, and tell him how he feels.

Because Dean actually wants something for himself this time. Something he knows he can finally have if he can just salvage it.

So maybe this time around, with the help of Jack (off-screen), Dean saves Cas. Grips him tight and raises him from perdition.

They bypass The Empty deal by turning Cas human, and he lives the rest of his days with Dean.

Dean and Cas know they deserve to be saved, and they know that they deserve to be happy.

(Wishful thinking, maybe they kiss a little)

Anyway...

I’m just saying, there’s NO WAY that they’d have Cas go through that whole rushed speech, if they weren’t going to do anything about it later on.

But again, after 10 years of disappointment, I wouldn’t put it past Supernatural to pat themselves on the back and say, “Okay, we sort of gave them what they wanted. We’re good now”

If that’s the case, Supernatural, I’m sorry I wasted my time on you.

Here’s to hoping 🤡

#THE LAST TIME I'LL CLOWN FOR THIS SHOW #SUPERNATURAL #DESTIEL #15x20 #15x19 #15x18 #UNTAGGED #INSIGHTFUL INSIGHTS

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cherripeach · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is "I have the power of god and anime on my side, don't mess with me," and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 1-2: Is this a kidnapping?

Chapter Summary: Waking up in a coffin is a great way to spend your day! Don't even ask about the sus masked man and creepy cat.

Words: 3.5k

Relationships: Developing as of now, but future twisted character/reader

Warning: Curse words, jokes about death because lack of fear of danger, joke about Crowley being mentally insane, low-key sex jokes, self deprecating humor, (If I missed anything, please tell me)

Covered in darkness, you were stuck in a small, somewhat squared space. It seemed like today was not your day, but you did get a lot of sleep, you assume. You reached out to every side to make sure that there was no opening or latch that you just could not see. While you were reaching around for something, all the sudden you heard an old creaky door open. Apparently, you were supposedly in a bigger room if this large box containing you could fit in it.

“Was I... kidnapped…?” You could have never guessed this would happen, and you always thought they would be too annoyed with you to actually keep you, “but I’m not a kid.”

It seemed that really nothing would ever go your way because immediately after you affirm your belief that you would not be someone good to kidnap a much greater voice entered the room, and so you stopped your mind to process the words being said, “...lid is too heavy.. Time for my secret move!”

Confusion seemed to radiate off of you at that line, at least, until there was a sharp thud to whatever you were in. But after the thud was a second of calm; nothing happened, no footsteps were heard, and no one spoke. Yet suddenly instead of a loud thud there was slowly heat entering the area you were in. The heat began to engulf the box around you, and soon you could see the bright blue flames eating everything up. In your desperation and in your brain’s rush of survival skills, your mind freaked and decided to take control of your body to both scream and kick the front of this box. The door or whatever of the box spasmed when your kick hit it and your body threw itself up from the heat located in the now black box that looked really much like a coffin. Your observations on where you were ended quickly when you saw a little being running to you. The creature looked like a weird cat mix between a fox or something, but the fact that it was running on its back legs really threw you off. The creature stared at you after you stopped your evaluation of this strange being, and he panicked much like your previous actions.

“wHY aRe yOu up?” the creature could never seem to stop mumbling to themself you learned, and you only heard his last phrase before you could process the rest.

“Wow, the CGI on you is amazing!” This place seemed to be like a living breathing set from your assumption because no kidnapping could ever be as odd and elegant as this place. You always assumed that whenever someone gets kidnapped they would wake up in an abandoned warehouse tied to a wooden chair and men with weapons would come in and interrogate the kid. Waking up in a coffin is not how a kidnapping should happen. Anyway, the cat just seemed as stunned as you and stopped his motions.

“CGAI?? What are you talking about? I am the Great Grim,” the cat bounced back awfully quick after your so-called rude statement to him, “Now give me your clothes, human! Otherwise,... I’ll roast ya.” This “Great Grim” seemed to have quite the ego to think that you would strip for him. He even puffed out his chest throughout his speech and put his paws on his hips.

“Ah ah, no way am I stripping without you giving me money.” You would not be stopped or told to do anything by a little creature that in your eyes could not hurt you.

However, the creature could not swallow your lack of obedience or the words that came out of your mouth, so he in all honesty started to attack you with this “CGI blue fire” again. He acted a lot more like an arrogant child than an arrogant child would act. He even screams something about him being “The Great Grim” again before he gets closer to you. Once he got close to your personal bubble, you decided to see if the fire really was the claimed hottest fire in the world because of its color. You reached out and basically grabbed the fire with an open hand and left it there letting your mind pend what was going on around you, and immediately your brain and its nerves picked up on the pain in your hand. Not believing your nerves, you kept your hand there for another second and pulled it away to look at it, only to notice that the skin on some of your hand was distinguishably different from the rest of your hand. Your mind paused, and you snorted at yourself while you observed your hand and slowly turned around and sprinted from the creature that was gaining on you while you stood there gazing at your hand.

This set or whatever had very real effects as seen by the cat that was continuing to chase you and scream for you to give him your uniform or something and by the bright blue flame. It didn’t just look cool but it also hurt and in your book that’s amazing! The world of CGI and effects really have changed, and wherever and whenever you are, they are way ahead of their time.

Your running from the cat never seemed to stop and you passed tons of weird areas. There was a little classroom, a weird well, and some odd architecture but overall this set was ‘set to perfection.’

You decided to go into the next room you saw to see if this set continued or had any more different scenes, and so you went into this library with tons of floating books. When entering, you noticed that the cat creature was still behind you, but you paid it no mind, not willing to listen to the being and continuing to explore this library.

“You really thought you could get away from my nose? Dumb human! Hand over your clothes if you don’t wanna-” The creature really seemed set on your clothing, but another great sound cut him off as he screamed a large “owww” and later only to respond to the previous sound with a “What’s this cord?”

You turned from the books you were observing and saw a tall man with a top hat and a bird mask like a masquerade party. His cloak and whole ensemble appeared to be out of a fairy tale; he looked like a misunderstood villain whose whole family and lover had died in the past and so he turned to evil in order to help himself deal with the pain. He did look somewhat like an asshole though. Not the point though, let’s get on task.

“This is no mere cord. It is a lash of love.” Briefly in your head you thought that this man deserved to be called clinically insane, but at this point that’s just being rude to those who are. The man after he caught the cat by wrapping the cord around the creature turned to you. “Found you at last. Are you one of the new students?”

And in your haze instead of being confused you nodded, so he continued his speech.

“You should not do things like that. Leaving the Gate on your own!” his manner of speaking was almost too flamboyant for you, but right now all you can do is stick with him and get out of this place, “Not only that, you have yet to tame your familiar which has broken a number of school rules.”

Just as confused as seeing the talking cat, you decided to nod your head and shepley mumble an apology so this man would get off your ass about the talking CGI cat and you apparently. And as quickly as you thought you figured out the situation and what he was trying to lecture you on, the man continued his speech after the cat screamed out that he “wasn’t your familiar!” or something and another.

“Sure, sure The rebellious ones always say things like that. Now quiet down for a moment.” You just watched on as the man slammed his hand over the cat’s mouth and continued on talking, “My goodness. It’s unprecedented for a new student to leave the Gate on their own...how impatient can you be?” His eyes locked on yours to make sure you were paying attention, so you just nodded your head again to show that you were listening when you weren’t.

His speech seemed to be going for a century so you got bored and noticed that after a while he closed his eyes and was not paying attention to you while still having animated hand movements. You, then, began to observe the shelves around you again to see if there was anything odd, and there was, many of the books seemed to be in this weird language that you have never seen. The language looked like something you would find in a horror movie where the people would be so curious to actually touch the book and not throw it away like they should have, so you decided that as much as this place was odd and mysterious you did not want to be that kind of idiot. However, in your inner dialogue of stupid characters in horror movies, the theatrical man turned around with his cap flying behind him and sauntered on out of the room. You realized he probably said something important, but the worst case scenario is he was the one that kidnapped you and would kill you later. No big deal. The main problem right now is that the man was walking too fast for your tastes and has already disappeared from your vision, so you ran to catch up with him.

Finally, you met his step in a hallway, and you decided to ask just what this all was. “Wait, wait, wait sir. First, what’s this Gate or whatever?” You did fake quotes around the word gate by putting up peace signs and bending your fingers, and then you looked at the man with your arms situated over your chest and puffed your chest out to show you meant to be answered when you resumed with “And who are you, man?”

The man, though, was not at all bothered at your vibe and started a new explanation, “It’s the room you woke up in with all the doors...” Then, he went on about this “academy” or something, and you were getting the vibe that this man and this set had to be some kind of prank, “Let’s get a move on!”

You really seemed to be missing the important parts of the conversation or lecture of whatever this so-called teacher is doing if this even is a school, but at this point and time you just want to go back to bed.

He began to stare at your dazed and puzzled form and said, “For I am gracious I will explain everything to you!” This man is like teachers in the fact that if you nod your head and look like you are paying attention, anything is possible. At the end of his speech, you caught the word “ceremony” before he sped off for you to only follow behind him. You went through several more hallways to get to where you think you woke up around. No one remembers what happened once they woke up; it is all just blurred reality.

The man in all of his glory decides that once you arrive at this large door to fling the door open and teacher-yell “Not at all!”

Out of the flurry of voices you were greeted by once the door was opened one person in the cloak just like you calmly states a little disappointedly “Ah, he’s here.”

You decided that with the added amount of people you should probably pay more attention so you can get home quicker and figure this prank out.

“I cannot believe you all…” You really are getting better at tuning the man out because after his short speech this time he turned to you as motioned for you to move in the direction of another object that would come out of a horror movie. You having no context for this mirror or what you were going to do started walking for the mirror while making out the mirror and area around it. Actually, there was a familiar face in the mirror, something you think you have seen from a Disney movie. It was the magic mirror mask (?) from the Snow White movie. It did look a little different with some mask markings by the face’s eyes and the mirror had some more intricate details, but other than that the mirrors looked almost identical.

After your moment of remembrance of the past, you stopped from your walk and put your hand on your chin and just paused to process it all, causing the entire room to stop from their constant talking that you didn’t notice and stare. In a brilliant moment of association, you turned around to the man and the cat that was still in his arms and tried to get out all of what your brain has concluded from the situation, “So like can we just stop this… like I know you were probably hired to prank me or something, but this situation is giving me hardcore cult vibes. Are you gonna like sacrifice me to Satan or something? Please do tell.” The time of the room stopped waiting for a single response to your question. Before there were murmurs here or there as the people were watching you, but now silence pierced the air.

You watched the man’s face after you said your opinion, and while it was covered by a mask, it was clearly obvious from his open mouth and sagged shoulders that he was shocked about the situation. After a moment, he adjusted his tie and dusted his shoulder off in an effort to steel himself, but you were having none of his b.s, and prattled on again.

“Like, I’ll tell you, you lecturing me about this school and that cat is not what I was planning to do today. I would like to get back to my bed and sleep.” You even told him the name of your town, but this just made him more lost than before.

He repeated your town and asked, “Are you even from Twisted Wonderland?”

“Twisted what,” now both of you were lost and gawking at each other.

“Were you not listening to me?”

“Honesty, I thought this was a prank from the second you walked in, and I still kinda do, so I blanked everything out.” You scratched your cheek and made sure you lost your previous eye contact with him. The lack of of chatter from the crowd made your interaction more awkward than even you could make one.

He placed his free hand on his forehead looking almost as disappointed as the first voice you heard besides him and looked down to the floor.

“Right now we are in Night Raven College in Twisted Wonderland where we are at the end of the entrance ceremony. You should be here to become a student at this school as a magician. However, even if you are not from here, the mirror did send for you, so please,” he paused and weakly threw his hand back in the direction of the mirror, “Step in front of the mirror.”

While you knew you could not trust the man, the only thing to do in this situation is turn and step in front of the familiar mirror. The mirror then grasped the attention of all those in the room as asked you to “State thy name,” and you told the mirror your name.

“The shape of thy soul is…” Consequently, the mirror began to join in the confusion of you and the man behind you, “I don’t know.”

You turned around and threw both your hands up in a “don’t look at me” sign only for the man to gaze right in the mirror past you. “Come again?”

The mirror still pulling a puzzled face when it was only a mask tried to state what it knew, “I sense not a spark of magic from this one… the color, the shape, all are nothing. Therefore, they are suited for no dormitory.”

While the people around you began their whispers, and the man behind you gasped in a weird over exaggerated way, you decided to state your mind. “So, like I knew that, but pissy. I’ve always wanted magic and stuff.”

The masked man did not comment on what you said; you think that he probably has had enough of everything. “An Ebony Carriage would absolutely never go to meet someone who can’t use magic. In a hundred years, there has not been one mistake in student selection. So why in the world…”

You cut in with “I’m a total mistake, sir, that’s why,” but the CGI ‘Great Grim’ jumped out of the man’s hold and further cut you off: “Then, I’ll take their place!” All of this is getting too weird too fast so you just casually walked out of the limelight next to someone who was in a group of five, you think, not counting the floating tablet (??). The cat appeared mad before but being in that man’s hold just made him worse.

“Stay right there! Raccoon!” The masked, clearly sus man bolted out after the cat and chased him around at least for a few feet.

“Unlike that dumb human, I can use magic! Let me in the school instead! If you need proof, I’ll show you right now!” The cat was running around the room trying to avoid as many things as possible. You thought that he looked like a crewmate in the waiting ship for Among Us.

The peace did not last longer before the same disappointed voice from when you walked in the room became cross while screaming “Everyone, get down!”

The cat, then, spit out fire in every direction. Neither you nor the person next to you ducked, but you noticed some fire make its way to you and tried to get them out of the way before anything happened. Just as you were about to reach them, they caught on fire. Oops.

“Waaaaah! Hot! My butt’s on fire!” the male, you assumed, yelled right in your ear vibrating your eardrum and causing you to take a step back before fixing the problem. You spotted the man from before screaming to the other people in the room, and then, pointing at the cat.

Two of the taller people next to you began a conversation which you tried to listen in on:

“Good at hunting?... nice, plump snack?” You don’t think you wanted to hear this conversation.

“...Do it yourself.”

You focused your mind back to the boy who was still screaming in your ear until more voices piped up in response to the man.

“Mr. Crowley, please leave it to me.” another boy in the group of five said with this really profound voice. You could just tell he was a bottom or something. You are also assuming that “Mr. Crowley” is the masked sus man.

“That’s Azul for you. Always trying to earn himself points.” Let’s just ignore the talking, floating tablet and everything that should be questioned and focus on the fact that the bottom’s name is Azul.

The boy next to you with his butt still on fire did not find this conversation as interesting as you which in retrospect is obvious because of the fire on his butt. “Um, hey, could someone put out the fire on my butt already?”

“O gosh, I’m so sorry. I got really distracted by everything,” You aimed all your concentration that you had at the boy. You slapped the area that was on fire several times to get the fire out, and after a few slaps, the fire slowly extinguished on the boy. The fire was not as bad as it looked.

The boy turned around to face you and beamed at you as you believe the personification of the Sun would look like. “Thank you!!” His bright red eyes gazed right through your soul through your eyes, sparkling every couple of seconds. You patted the golden retriever’s hood as he just continued to beam through you. He even grabbed your hands and shook them rapidly several times to show his thanks to you and squeezed them to finally drop his grip.

You ignored the conversation that was happening between several others of the group of five in favor of staring at the young sun. A couple seconds after two of the clocked people began to run after the cat. That was your clue to start to pay more attention to the situation at hand than the sun.

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So this was supposed to be a lot sooner but then exams hit and that's always fun. This chapter just had to have my mind commenting on everything, so half of the chapter we don't even know what happens, but it's really only gonna be for this chapter. Thank you for reading this, and I apologize for any mistakes, but I hope you enjoy it! Have a great day or night!

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marril96 · 4 years ago

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Rowena Said

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena says a lot of things. Not all of them are true.

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian

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Rowena once told you she couldn't love. Pride tinged her face as she said it, as if it were an accomplishment, a feat she'd worked hard to archive. It was never a secret, her disdain for emotions, her complete and utter indifference to them. As if they were beneath her, filth under bear the soles of her high heels. Too lowly. Too human for a witch of her caliber — a witch she'd fought tooth and nail to become.

She told you she didn't cook or clean. That was what the maids were for, she reasoned. She was a lady, a missus, a queen in everything but title; housework was as beneath her as emotions.

She said she hated modern music, and proclaimed — loudly, without a shred of hesitation — her disdain for contemporary art, finding it stale, tasteless. Lacking everything that made it mean something, that made it burrow itself into people's hearts like a benevolent ghost. Nothing could compare to the good old times, she said. The muses must have abandoned humanity long ago.

She said she was the best, and the Grand Coven was beneath her. That they only bound her magic because they were frightened of her greatness for they knew they could never reach their own. That they were persecuting her — hunting her — because she was everything they wanted to be and never could. Because she was born with power, and they were born with nothing. Because she wouldn't let them control her, reign her in and tame her like an animal. Because she was better.

Rowena said she was a horrible mother, and openly expressed her disdain for children. It wasn't that she wanted to hate her son; that was just the way she was, as inborn as the red of her hair and the green of her eyes.

She claimed to hate people, humans and monsters alike. Said she felt no remorse at taking a life, innocent or not. Nobody was innocent, she mused. They'd all done something; they'd all caused pain and ruin. Had to have for, at their core, they were living beings. Their hearts beat and blood pumped in their veins. They were capable of bad as well as good, and they had to have given in, at least once. Innocence was a myth sold to the masses to manipulate them, to make them feel guilty. Rowena was long past that.

She said she trusted no one, and advised you to do the same. People would only hurt you, she told you. They would rip your heart out when you least expected it, and stomp on it until it was in ruins. Until you were in ruins. They didn't care about you, so why should you extend that courtesy to them? You owed them nothing, and they had no right to expect otherwise. Sweet words and hugs were meaningless. Too risky in such a cruel, cruel world.

She told you Lucifer was safe. She didn't trust him — she simply relied on him. He was her (and, by extension, your) way to the greatness she deserved, that she was owed. She assured you it would be okay.

When it turned out to not be okay, and you were bawling your eyes out, thinking her dead, she told you she'd been stupid. It was the first time you'd heard her speak negatively about herself. Rowena MacLeod had the/an ego the size of the entire world; she didn't bring herself down. Not ever.

That was when things started to change.

She spoke of revenge, of everything bad she wanted to do to the Devil and knew she couldn't for he was an archangel and she was a witch whose magic had been bound.

She convinced you to give Amara a try, and then that the Winchesters and Crowley were a safer bet. They could take care of Lucifer, she said, and the two of you wouldn't have to live in hiding anymore. You could be free again.

As the world started going to hell, she proposed a spell of going back in time. You could live out your lives in the middle ages, and, as per the witch Clea's suggestion, in Ancient Greece. It would be fun, she said. You weren't too happy about the idea, but you agreed. You would do anything for her, anything she asked. Anything to be with her, even if it meant living in times that scared you, that weirded you out with their difference to what you were used to.

To your relief, when Sam Winchester came with a proposal of partnership, Rowena agreed. She told you Lucifer couldn't hurt you. She promised she would make sure of it.

Upon noticing your discomfort, she said her flirtation with God meant nothing. She was just having some fun, she said. Nothing serious. Nothing worth getting upset over.

And later, in the Bunker's kitchen, when you were sobbing about the world's inevitable end, and admitting your feelings out loud — for what did it matter anymore? You were going to Hell anyway. There was no point in pretending you saw her as just a friend — she took your hands, said she liked you, as well, and kissed you for the very first time, and it was everything you dreamed of and more. So much more that you no longer feared Hell for you'd finally gotten a taste of Heaven.

She told you you were beautiful. She called you her wee lass, and you, in turn, proclaimed her your girl.

She called you darling, dear, love. Made you hers in actions as well as words.

She held you. Cherished you. Kissed you over and over like an addict, always craving more, and you were more than willing to give it.

She told you she loved you, out of the blue, completely unexpected. An unusual proclamation for, as loving as she was, she preferred to show it in actions rather than words. Your startled look frightened her, made her flinch, and you could tell she was flashing back to her last love, the one who'd promised her the world and had abandoned her helf dead, her thighs slick with blood, a screaming infant in her arms.

It was over in an instant for your smile, big and bright as summer skies, elicited one of her own, and before she could utter another word, your arms were thrown around her and you were holding her tight and promising it was forever. Promising you were forever, if she wanted you.

She told you she did. More than anything, ever.

She called you silly names — Scottish, and you always demanded an explanation. When Rowena was feeling petty, you had to resort to Google — and chastised you when you messed the simplest things up. Half-heartedly, of course, for it seemed she was incapable of getting angry at you. True anger, the kind where her magic flared and sparked and destroyed everything in its path. That was reserved for enemies. For hunters, demons, and unfriendly witches. The worst your arguments elicited were eye-rolls and doors slamming shut as she walked away, stomping like a pissed off rabbit — an adorable, pouty pissed off rabbit.

After her last horrid death at the Devil's hands, Rowena told you she was scared. She tried to keep it to herself, but it was hard to hide the nightmares that drenched her in sweat, and screams and flashbacks in the middle of the day. She told you she was terrified. Called herself pathetic, a weakling. You were quick to assure her she was not. She was just in pain. PTSD was tough on a person.

She tried to deny she had it, but eventually had to look the facts in the face. The symptoms were there, painted in her every move, every twitch. She had post-traumatic stress disorder. And she was terrified of it.

She said she missed her son, and expressed regret you'd never before seen on her face, especially about her treatment of him. She'd been a horrible mother to him. She'd hurt him. Abused him. Abandoned him like he was trash she couldn't wait to get rid of. He'd been the one person who'd loved her unconditionally, who'd depended on her, and she'd let him down. She'd put him through hell. And when she'd found him again all these centuries later, she'd proceeded to do the same.

She told you she let down everyone in her life. Fergus. Oskar. Herself. And, eventually, she would let you down as well. You took her hand and told her — promised her, swore it on your life — that would never happen. She was a different person now. She'd changed.

She thought herself unworthy of redemption, only to be assured by you, and later by the Winchesters, that there was a chance for her. She could redeem herself. She could become a good person. In your eyes, she already had.

She talked sweet to you when you were sick. Made you potions and let you rest on her chest. Rocked you like a child in need of comfort.

She expressed her distaste at the amount of sugar in your tea and coffee, but still made them for you every single morning — exactly the way you liked them, sugar galore. She cooked your favorite foods to surprise you, and made you that cake you liked but couldn't seem to get the recipe to work. She made it work.

She took you out to shop, and complimented every outfit, even those you felt insecure wearing. Especially those. She made you feel comfortable wearing clothes you didn't think flattered you. "What is a body but a canvas?," she would say. "What is fabric but a brush and paint?" She thought you beautiful, and, by doing so, made you feel beautiful. Made you feel like a queen walking by her, an actual queen in everything but title.

She praised any work you did. Encouraged your hobbies, however strange she might have found them. Taught you the most difficult spells, and ensured her it was okay if you couldn't cast them perfectly right away. Some things took more practice than others. There was potential in you; you just had to work hard for a little bit longer.

She was right, every single time.

She learned from you what love was. That it wasn't a weakness. That it shouldn't hurt. She wasn't afraid of it anymore; she loved you openly, without fear, without shame. Without even a sliver of a doubt about your feelings.

You told her she looked happy. She said that she was. Had never been happier, and she had you to thank for it.

Rowena said a lot of things. Some of them were lies, and others the utmost truth. Some were insecurities baring their pointed teeth. Desperation and fear, thick as the blood in her veins. Pain. Sorrow. Helplessness she would never admit to out loud. Then there was confidence, loud as her voice, never wavering. Never backing down. Inner strength that rivaled her magic.

She was a complicated creature. One of a kind. An acquired taste.

You regretted not a single thing.

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writingfromkitchenator · 5 years ago

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Crowley ~ Lust

1,000 Followers Challenge!

Requested by @sheppardaddicts

Words: 956

Warnings: Sexual tension between angel and a demon.

An angel and a demon locked in a room together. It was almost like the start of some sort of bad joke. Pair it with a spell that would’ve had the minds of any human trapped within it reeling, and it got even better.

The two of you, however, were far too powerful to give into such a simple spell, leaving you both a little amused, but still more annoyed that neither of you could easily get out. The two of you had both been around long enough to know most of the tricks of the trade, but neither of you had ever seen something like before.

Which left you waiting for rescue.

“Well, it could be worse.” You said with a heavy sigh after trying the door for the umpteenth time.

Crowley raises his eyebrows. “Is that really the only thing you can say in this?”

You looked at him. “Well, what do you want me to say? It’s not like we’re going to die of thirst or starvation, the worst we can do is get bored, there isn’t any other immediate danger.”

He leans on his hand from where he was seated a small table. “You’ve clearly never been stuck alone with a bored demon before.”

Snorting, you roll your eyes and lean against the door. “Right Crowley, like I don’t deal with you on a regular basis.”

“You wound me love,” He doesn’t bother hiding his smirk. “And besides, you’ve never been stuck alone with me in a closed off room when I’m bored.”

You couldn’t help but smile at this. “While true, I fail to see how it's going to be any different from how you normally are.”

Crowley snorts. “Come on Y/N, you've been on Earth long enough now to have a little more imagination than that.”

“I mean that with respect Crowley,” You said with a raised eyebrow, arms folding across your chest. “I can't see, in any situation, you being any different to your usual self.” You fought the smile tugging at your lips. “Snarky, over confident, and with an ego a mile wide.”

He rolled his eyes. “Who's playing who here love?”

The smile finally tugged your lips up. “I guess that's going to depend on exactly what you want out of this, isn't it?”

His gaze bores into yours. “It's not like we haven't been down this path already, and I do rather enjoy having you around.”

You laugh. “Yes, well, I must agree. So how long exactly are willing to wait for it? After all, the longer we wait, the more likely we are to be rescued either before or during, the latter of which I'm sure won't go down well in our company.”

Crowley smirks, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs just a little wider. “Waiting is a rather boring game, I’m sure there’s something we can do in the meantime?”

“I'm sure there is,” You didn't move. “But I did just get comfortable.”

The two of you watched each other across the room, both watching and waiting to see who would give in first.

“How long has it been?” Crowley eventually asked.

You shrug. “A few minutes maybe. Time doesn't mean much when you're immortal, does it?”

Crowley snorts, giving a half laugh. “It has to be at least, what? Ten, fifteen years? Don't you miss the rush?”

The shrug wasn't the answer he was looking for. “There's a lot of ways to get that rush Crowley, should I really say that yours is so different?”

His eyes narrowed on you, sending a chill up your spine, not that you were going to let that show. “Funny. I seem to have a clear memory of you begging for it last time.”

“Which, if you remember,” Taking your eyes off of him for a split second to pretend to be disinterested. “I said I was never going to beg again, that next time, you would have to-"

You looked up only to find him gone from the chair and instead right in front of you, his arms slowly resting either side of your head, his look bordering on predatory.

“I don't beg, darling.” Crowley said in a low voice. “And frankly, if you even want to get me close to doing so, you are going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

There seemed to be a dry lump in your throat all of a sudden, watching his eyes travel to where your wings were hidden, it always sending a thrill through you, knowing that someone, demon or not, could see them. “I don't know Crowley, you came over here pretty quickly.”

His gaze returns to yours, intent, focused and more than a little amused, just adding to the smirk that graced his lips. “Do you know why Y/N?”

Crowley was leaning all too close and you knew in just the briefest of moments, the game was going to be over. “No. Why?”

He was barely a hairs breadth away. “Because I always get what I want.”

In a painful clash of teeth, the two of you moved at once, mouths hitting hard before getting your baring’s and locking each other in a proper kiss, Crowley quickly backing you against the wall, one hand burying into your hair, the other moving to the wings that only he could see, a moan leaving you as you held him close.

Maybe it was the spell that was causing such an intensity in an angel and a demon, or maybe it was just a matter of timing that had long been coming. Either way, both of you silently decided to deal with it later, dealing with each other was the much more pressing issue.

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wordsintimeandspace · 5 years ago

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Better With You (3/6)

Due to a petty feud between their respective department heads, Crowley and Aziraphale have been hiding their friendship for months. When they’re suddenly stuck in lockdown amidst a pandemic, Crowley is not coping well. Thankfully, Aziraphale is there for him - but their changing relationship means that keeping secrets from their bosses only becomes more of a challenge.

Crowley/Aziraphale, rated M (for chapter 4). Read on tumblr or AO3.

Crowley knew that doing ninety miles an hour in central London was probably a bad idea and would only get him a scolding from Aziraphale, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The streets were deserted anyway as he sped towards Soho. With screeching tires, he finally came to a stop in front of Aziraphale’s place.

He miraculously found a parking spot not too far away, grabbed his bag from the back seat and hurried towards the entrance. He’d thrown together some clothes, toiletries and work things before he left, enough to hunker down with Aziraphale for a while. Hopefully long enough until the worst was over. Crowley’s heart pounded in his chest as he rang the bell. He vaguely noticed how his hands were shaking. It felt like he’d just ran a marathon, his body trembling under the strain, but Crowley pushed through it as Aziraphale buzzed him in and Crowley sprinted up the stairs.

Aziraphale was waiting for him when he reached his floor. He was standing in the door, the light from his hallway illuminating him from behind in a way that made his soft white hair look almost like a halo. Crowley’s breath caught in his throat. Aziraphale looked like an angel, and Crowley had never wanted to fall to his knees in front of him any more than he did now.

Aziraphale’s lips were curled into such a tender smile that it made Crowley’s heart clench, but the smile slipped away as soon as Aziraphale took him in properly.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale started with a frown. “My dear, you look awful.”

Crowley scoffed, still standing at the top of the stairs. Suddenly he was self-conscious, unsure if he should come closer, although every single muscle in his body seemed to quiver under the strain of standing still instead of launching himself at Aziraphale. “Thanks,” he finally muttered. “That’s why I came here, just for the ego boost.”

Aziraphale let out a huff. “That’s not what I mean, you’re still handsome as ever. It’s just… oh, Crowley, please come here.” Aziraphale stepped forward, opening his arms for Crowley, and the last bit of Crowley’s self restraint snapped.

He dropped his bag at once and leaped forward to throw his arms around Aziraphale’s neck. Aziraphale answered without hesitation, wrapping his arms around Crowley’s waist. He held him close, both gently as if he was the most precious thing in the world and firmly as if he never wanted to let go. Crowley let out a shuddering breath, hiding his face in the crook of Aziraphale’s neck as he blinked against the tears burning in his eyes.

“It’s alright,” Aziraphale whispered in his ear, soft and sweet. “You’re alright, my darling. I’ve got you.”

Crowley desperately tried to stifle the sob that rose in his throat, but it was like a dam had cracked open, the exact same thing that had been gathering fissures for the last few weeks now. Each of Aziraphale’s hushed whispers punched just another hole into it, yanked just another sob out of his chest. Crowley couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks any longer. Aziraphale just continued to hold him, soothingly rubbing his back and whispering words of comfort into his ear.

Crowley was only vaguely aware that Aziraphale steered them into his flat, without ever easing his grip. As soon as they made it to the living room Aziraphale sat down on the couch and pulled Crowley into his lap. Crowley followed willingly, curling up against Aziraphale’s chest, letting himself be held until finally the sobs died down. The utter despair he had felt previously was numbed for now, replaced by a fragile calm and a growing feeling of embarrassment. Crowley sniffled one more time, his nose still buried in the crook of Aziraphale’s neck. He didn’t feel up to facing him just yet. But if Aziraphale was bothered by his sudden breakdown he didn’t show it. His ministrations never ceased. He still stroked Crowley’s back and the nape of his neck, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of Crowley’s head.

“‘M sorry,” Crowley finally croaked when he felt like he couldn’t escape reality any longer.

“Don’t be,” Aziraphale protested. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Might have ruined your shirt though. Bet it’s all gross now.”

Aziraphale tutted. “Nonsense. And even if you did, it’s hardly more important than you are.”

Crowley closed his eyes against the nearly unbearable gentleness in Aziraphale’s voice. He suddenly wasn’t sure if he could handle this much affection after being starved for it for so long, but he definitely wasn’t going to tell Aziraphale to stop. “I missed you,” he mumbled against Aziraphale’s skin.

Aziraphale pressed another kiss to the top of his head. “I missed you too. And I’m sorry I didn’t realize how hard all this was on you. I should have checked on you way sooner.”

“It’s alright. It’s not that I called you either.”

“No. You could have though.”

“I- I wasn’t sure if it would have really helped,” Crowley admitted. “Hearing your voice without being able to see you. Or touch you.”

“Well. I’m glad you’re here now.”

Crowley’s breath caught in his throat as he recalled their earlier conversation. “Did you mean what you said?” he finally managed to get out, heart pounding hard against his ribs. “About your… affection.”

“Darling, let me look at you,” Aziraphale breathed out, and Crowley didn’t resist as Aziraphale guided both of them to lie on the couch until they were face to face, bodies still pressed together. Aziraphale cupped Crowley’s face in his hands and smiled at him so brightly it was almost blinding.

“There you are,” Aziraphale said, his thumbs brushing away the remaining wetness on Crowley’s cheeks. Crowley still felt like hiding, but he was lost in those pale blue eyes, drinking in the love shining from them, and he couldn’t have looked away even if he’d tried. “And yes, Crowley,” Aziraphale continued, his voice so calm and steady that Crowley never doubted that he spoke the truth. “I meant each and every word.”

Crowley let out a long breath, reaching out to grasp Aziraphale’s wrists. He felt Aziraphale’s pulse throb under his fingertips. “I feel the same, you know,” he finally managed to get out, his voice hoarse, and Aziraphale’s eyes gleamed in response.

“I wasn’t sure, but… oh, I had hoped you would, Crowley.”

“I thought I’d been quite obvious as well,” Crowley mumbled, tilting his head to press a kiss to Aziraphale’s palm. “Guess being around these wankers at work all the time makes it a little hard to get that point across.”

Aziraphale winced at his words.

“What?” Crowley asked.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just... thinking about what Gabriel and Beelzebub would say if they could see us now.”

Crowley let out a huff. “I don’t want to imagine,” he grumbled. “But they couldn’t possibly have anything to complain about. All we’ve been doing has been perfectly innocent.”

The smile was back on Aziraphale’s lips in just an instant. It slowly curled into a smirk, something wicked hidden behind his usual softness. “Would you rather make this a little bit less innocent?” he asked, his voice still even and calm as if his words hadn’t just sent a shiver down Crowley’s spine. “Because I would very much like to kiss you, although I was planning to wait until after I cooked you dinner. Just because we can’t go on a date doesn’t mean we can’t do this properly.”

Crowley snorted. “And then what? Will you kiss me goodnight after and and banish me to the guest room, because that’s the proper thing to do?”

Aziraphale studied him for a long moment before he spoke. “You’re more than welcome to take the guest room, darling, if that’s what you want,” he finally said. “Just because I invited you over doesn’t mean I have any expectations whatsoever in that regard.”

Crowley felt like he should scoff at the coddling, or at least counter Aziraphale’s ridiculous concern with a quip, but he was too busy blinking away the moisture gathering in his eyes and swallowing around the lump in his throat. Instead of speaking, he hid his face in the crook of Aziraphale’s neck all over again, breathing in the comforting scent of his skin. His words were reassuring to hear, Crowley had to admit. But the thought of sleeping in the guest room, away from Aziraphale’s comforting warmth and softness, was almost unbearable. “I don’t think I want to sleep alone,” he admitted eventually.

Aziraphale hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of Crowley’s head. “In that case you’re more than welcome in my bed. Again, I have no expectations. If all you want to do is sleep, I’ll be more than happy to do that with you beside me.”

For a moment, Crowley was at a loss of words. Aziraphale handled him with such care it was nearly overwhelming. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it, except to answer with a joke to hide his vulnerability. “Are you an angel? I mean an actual, proper angel? All with a shining halo and white wings? Do I need to be afraid of your divine wrath if I ever piss you off?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Aziraphale said, without any malice. “I know you went through a difficult time recently, and I simply don’t want to take advantage of you. I don’t want you to think my support comes with any conditions. And…” Aziraphale hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath. “... you did tell me once that you’re asexual. Or, well, on the spectrum. I just thought it might be a delicate topic.”

Crowley felt his cheeks heat up. He hadn’t been sure if Aziraphale remembered - there had been a lot of wine involved on that particular evening, and he’d never brought it up again before now. “Hnk, I- yeah. I am. Demisexual, I mean.”

“Yes. I need you to know I am perfectly fine with that. I would never push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I know that, or I wouldn’t be here.”

“Good. I’m glad,” Aziraphale said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Crowley’s head.

“And, there are a lot of things I’m comfortable with, but, uhh…” Crowley trailed off and gulped around the lump in his throat. He struggled for words for a moment, eventually letting out a groan. “Can we just, not have this conversation right now? I think I went through enough complicated emotions for the day. Give me a break, angel.”

Aziraphale chuckled and raked his fingers through Crowley’s hair, scratching gently. “Of course. Take all the time you need.”

Crowley let out breath. “See, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Angel. Too bloody good for this world.”

“Nonsense,” Aziraphale said, a smile in his voice. “If it reassures you, I don’t think all my thoughts regarding you in my bed are very angelic.”

Crowley laughed. He finally pulled away from the safe hideout that was the crook of Aziraphale’s neck and rolled over until he was hovering over him. “Good,” he said, grinning down at him. “I don’t think I want them to be. You can be an angel and a bit of a bastard at the same time, yeah? Think that would suit you.”

Aziraphale's lips twitched. "Is that a compliment?"

“Highest one there is. And you know what? Fuck doing things proper. Can I kiss you?"

Aziraphale’s eyes shone up at him. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, Crowley, please.”

It was all the encouragement Crowley needed. With his heart thumping wildly in his chest, he leaned down and finally pressed his lips to Aziraphale’s.

Crowley felt something uncoil inside of him, at the first gentle touch, at Aziraphale’s soft gasp, at he way he curled a hand into Crowley’s hair to keep him right there. It was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, a pressure eased from his chest so that he was finally able to breathe. Aziraphale’s lips were warm, his body soft against his own, and Crowley never wanted to let go again.

It wasn’t like everything was well, all of a sudden. The state of the world outside still made him want to despair. But Aziraphale’s gentle touches and sweet whispers wrapped around him so tightly that for the first time in weeks, Crowley didn’t feel like he would fall apart any second now. It calmed his nerves, soothed all the raw places inside of him until the hurt was just a faint echo in the background instead an all-consuming ache. And for the moment, Crowley thought as he kissed Aziraphale again and again, that was enough.

#good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands fic #crowley x aziraphale #my fic #my fic: better with you #here is the comfort I promised #sending hugs to everyone having a hard time right now 💜

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fulokis · 5 years ago

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Nightmares| A Good Omens Fan Fic

“Nanny!” Warlock cried out as he stood outside her door in the hall, tears streaming down his face, and holding his crude satan like doll she made for him.

Ashtoreth knew what had happened. It was the very reason she herself was siting in bed knitting away while watching what ever violent and bloody thing was on. Warlock like herself and like so many children often were capable of had sensed the shift in the universe. Typically these shifts were small and as such did nothing much in terms of affecting ones sleep, other than restlessness. This one was large and Ashtoreth was almost asleep when she felt the nightmares coming. Warlock hadn’t been so lucky.

“Come here dearie.” She said softly patting the bed next to her, “Come tell me about it.”

The seven year-old padded over to the bed and clambered up onto the bed. Warlock then climbed under the covers and lay on Ashtoreth’s chest. Ashtoreth turned the TV down and wrapped her arm around the small child.

“He ..: he.” Warlock attempted to say something but couldn’t through his sobs.

“Ssssssshhhh, dearie.” Warlock tried to stifle a giggle at his Nannies funny way of saying shhh. “Take your time.”

“He... the weird frog guy... he...” Warlock said getting distracted by the crime drama on the TV.

“What did that mean frog guy do?” Ashtoreth asked knowing full well who the kid was talking about. That unfortunately was one of the downsides of watching the antichrist, demons slipped into his nightmares far more often than other children. Hastur also had a tendency to enjoy scaring little children, much more than she herself ever did.

“He took me Mom and dad.... and he.... he made us go to the desert... and he bit his finger.....” Warlock frowned clearly still disturbed by his dream “and black stuff came out... it ran towards us... and the the maggots ate us.”

Ashtoreth frowned for a second “Well you tell that old toad Hastur that he smells like poo the next time you see him.”

“But he’s scary nanny.”

“I know dearie.” Ashtoreth smiled warmly “he used to be a poison dart frog, brightest one I had ever seen. He’s embarrassed by that, use it to your advantage next time you see him too.”

“Okay Nanny.” Warlock sighed “Can I sleep with you?”

“Yes dear.” Ashtoreth said in response. There was something about the dream the boy had described but she decided not to dwell on it. She doubted it was a prophetic dream, after all he was the Antichrist.

“Nanny.” Warlock asked looking up at her. She made a noise that indicated to the small child to go on. “Do you have nightmares?”

She smiled gently “Of course dear.”

“What are they about?”

Ashtoreth grimaced she knew that the child would ask that. “Oh nothing much. Falling Angels mostly.”

“How is that scary?”

Ashtoreth thought for a moment trying to put her dreams into less of an ineffable mess for the 7 year old. “It’s like I am them and they are me. I feel like I’m falling and my body is burning. But the feelings the emotions are the worst, they stab and burn more than the falling ever could.” She remembered her fall all too well. It was the only nightmare she got, over and over and over again. For 6 thousand years, the pain and sting of betrayal by Gabriel and the others. Part of her damnation more than anything else, the memories and reminders. Nothing less, certainty not for the being that used to be the Archangel Raphael.

“Oh is it normal for that to happen when people get older?” Warlock asked.

He sounded just like she had when she was young, “No dearie, I have a rare sleep disorder that you certainly do not have.” She said confidently tickling him underneath his arms until eliciting a giggle from the child. “Would you like me to sing to you.”

“No Nanny.” Warlock said focused more on the T.V. now.

It was true she did have a sleep disorder, one called being a demon. She had wondered since the beginning if she should tell Warlock. But after seeing how wacky his life was already decided against delivering the news of Angels demons or otherwise to the Antichrist.

Ashtoreth sat and thought about before, being off in the starts creating. Creating nebulas stars planets that could foster life. She created to please, but that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to know everything. God well she had claimed knowledge was power. Many other angels saw Ashtoreth’s actions as part of an attempt to usurp God. In reality the thought had never crossed her mind. She wanted to understand the universe. It seemed like all the other angels understood and it hurt to feel like she knew nothing compared to everyone else.

A small snore alerted her to the fact that Warlock had fallen asleep. She knew that he felt the same way sometimes. To him everyone seemed to understand the universe, and he didn’t. He asked questions and by most adults he was shrugged off like a pesky fly. Ashtoreth and Francis were the only two who took the time to answer his questions.

Ashtoreth loved the boy like he was her child and she knew he sensed how much love she had for him. There was just something to Ashtoreth about having a small frail creature be dependent on you. One that isn’t constantly on guard and wary of another. It was warm and felt nice to not only be appreciated but needed.

Even before the fall she never had felt needed. She felt like a number in the masses. And as a demon that feeling never went away. That’s why she had volunteered to be on earth, to feel even a slight bit special. Of course most other demons didn’t want the job in the first place.

Having Warlock lying asleep on her also made it feel like time was frozen. Just the two of them in this moment nothing else existed. Not before not in the future not now. In these moments it is just the two of them with nothing to ruin the bliss and euphoria of being alive. Ashtoreth knew the feelings was ineffable, other than one descriptor she used only in her head, ‘one of the best feelings in the world’. She knew that if anyone else knew especially Francis, that she cared with her whole heart and then some, for this fragile half human they would assume that she was soft. And being soft was not a bad thing, that’s why her alter ego in that moment, Crowley had fallen in love with Francis’ alter ego Aziraphale. She hoped that her being soft was just enough to stop Armageddon from becoming reality.

Francis the next morning walked into the room hoping to prune and water the beautiful fern in the Nannies room. He expected Ashtoreth to be lacing up her boots make a snide remark and then march out to go wake up young Warlock and get him ready. He instead found the two beings still sleeping with Ashtoreth clutching both arms around the boy who was lying on her chest. Francis smiled and walked out assuming they had a rough night.

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