#just stuck in my head

[autospleen]

So here's this fic/draft/s3 concept. It's waaaaaaaay longer than I meant and I'm never going to finish it. Take it from me please.

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Metatron was disappointed in him. Aziraphale was still staring at the elevator doors still seeing Crowley there as if burned into his retinas. He felt hollow. 

"I rather thought you would be able to convince him."

"I'm afraid it was foolish to try." Aziraphale could see that now, could see how the suggestion of returning to heaven hurt Crowley. 

"I thought your power over him held more sway."

Aziraphale scrunched up his eyebrows and turned away from the elevator door, finally ripping his mind's eye away from the afterimage of Crowley to look at the Metatron in confusion, "power?"

"Well, yes, it's obvious he likes you. That gives you power over him."

The twisted description of their relationship left a sour taste in Aziraphale's mouth but the Metatron continued, "I'm afraid I had quite relied on you being able to convince him."

The door slid open into an equally white space. Heaven. It hurt Aziraphale's eyes but he felt sick for another reason, "what do you mean? What do you need Crowley for?" 

"No you misunderstand me. It just would have been nice to get him out of the way. He is a powerful demon with a penchant for preventing the apocalypse. Well, anyway, we'll need to get you caught up for your new position." Aziraphale was hardly aware they had been walking together so focused he was on the conversation and the growing void in the core of his being but he was now aware they were in an office of sorts. There was a "desk" in the "room" and it was piled with books and folders. 

"All our records. You'll need to know everything of course before you can officially take your new position as Supreme Archangel. It's a good thing you like reading." 

Metatron laughed at his own joke. Aziraphale did not. A feeling of dread was starting to creep under his skin. 

"Well I'll leave you to it then."

Metatron left but Aziraphale didn't move. All he could think about was the implication that heaven wanted Crowley out of the way. Since Aziraphale had failed to tempt him to heaven, would they find another way to keep him out of the way? The possibilities were too horrible to fathom. 

The hollow feeling he'd had since stepping into the elevator was subsiding and quite surprisingly he found anger there. He felt used, manipulated, disrespected nd he was angry. 

First it was directed at Metatron, and even a bit at Cowley, but he soon realized he was mostly angry at himself. He'd let himself believe heaven needed him. Things weren't right in heaven, even he could see that and the Metatron confirmed it when he implied Aziraphale was the only one who could fix it. Crowley's influence had made him good. Truly good, not someone who just followed along with heaven's rule, and he'd been thrilled to bring that goodness and infuse it into heaven. Make heaven good again as it was supposed to be. But… it was clear to him now that heaven wouldn't be so receptive. 

Fine, Aziraphale decided, he would play by their rules for now but he would win in the end. His resolve hardened allowing him to stuff all the other emotions threatening to spill out back down. Only one thing mattered now: protecting Crowley. 

--

1 year later

Crowley had taken to his snake form a lot more these days. Hell still left him alone. He was sure heaven was planning something but for the past year it had been quiet and strangely peaceful. Unfortunately, Crowley struggled to enjoy the peace. He was terribly lonely. With lack of much else to do, he'd taken to slithering around the forests of the world. 

He was napping wrapped around the branch of a tree when he became aware of a disturbance. The forest quieted just slightly. Crowley opened his eyes and was drawn to the source of the disturbance immediately. His eyes met the intense stare of an owl a tree over. The gaze was somehow familiar yet Crowley was sure he'd never met an owl before. 

They held each other's gaze unblinking for an indeterminate amount of time. Seconds? Millenia? 

The owl suddenly tore his gaze away and launched into flight. 

—

Give me Coffee or Give me Death had become a source of comfort for Crowley. There was always a table in the shadowy corner for him no matter how rarely he stopped by and Nina, Maggie or Muriel would inevitably find him there and keep him company. Despite having more friends than at any other point in his life, he still felt the ache of loneliness. He knew why but he pretended he didn't, or pretended it didn't matter, pretended he could spend the rest of eternity like this and be content. Everyone he knew saw right through him. 

It had been months since he'd checked in on Muriel. He never went into the bookshop but they would meet up at the coffee shop on occasion. 

On this day, Muriel looked about ready to burst, "Crowley! I have to tell you something!"

Crowley had a bad feeling, "is it about heaven?"

Muriel nodded

"Then I don't want to know."

"I think you do." 

Crowley couldn't tell it was good news or bad news but he resolutely decided he didn't care, "no heaven talk. That's the rule."

Muriel deflated but still tried, "I really think-"

"No." Crowley growled.

Muriel quieted 

“Tell me about your-” Crowley gestured vaguely, “Reading progress?”

“Oh! I’ve almost finished his whole collection.” Muriel had learned not to use Aziraphale’s name in Crowley’s company. It was a small price to pay for a friend to talk to. Despite all the rules, Crowley was a wonderful companion. Happy to sit back and listen to her ramble for hours about a book she was reading or a fascinating bug she saw. 

“Hmm, have to get some more.”

Muriel’s eyes went wide, “There are MORE?!” 

“Well, yes. Thousands I imagine. Humans love writing.” 

Muriel practically radiated with excitement so Crowley promised to take then to a bookshop, a proper one that actually sold books, and let them look around. Or better yet a library. 

“Even Aziraphale couldn’t collect them all- though I don’t think he’d want to. It’s more of a curated collection I suppose.” It had slipped out before he realized what he’d said. He’d been thinking about the library of Alexandria and therefore by extension: Aziraphale. 

“He’s missing!” Muriel blurted out quickly. Crowley had broken the rule first so surely it was okay for them to broach the topic now.

“What.” Panic gripped Crowley’s heart but he forced it not to show. His voice was ice cold. 

“He was supposed to fall but Hell never received him. No one knows where he is.” 

“Supposed to WHAT?!” His angel couldn’t fall. There was no way. 

“I’ve been trying to tell you! But you said you didn’t want to know!” 

“And I don’t!” Crowley violently stood up from the table knocking his chair down in the process but he couldn’t move. Of course he wanted to know. His angel, his love, was missing?! Was sentenced to fall? Was he in trouble? Was he okay? Was he ALIVE? “Well?? Go on!”

Muriel looked confused by the contradiction but if they had learned anything from the romance section of Aziraphale’s bookshop it was love made people do crazy and confusing things. “I don’t know all the details, only the few things he himself told me when he came back down to the bookshop once and the rumors.” 

Crowley just gestured at them again so they continued, not quite sure where to start. 

“Well, you know about the second coming of Jesus? Heaven’s been working on it for some time now and Aziraphale was supposed to lead the project up. Well, most of that is top secret so I don’t know much but something happened between the Metatron and Aziraphale. Metatron is…gone now and Aziraphale was sentenced to fall but… he never made it to Hell.” 

“Are you telling me that Aziraphale killed Metatron?” 

“That’s what it seems like."

Crowley’s mind was spinning but really only one thing mattered, “I have to find him.” 

“So you think he’s still alive?” 

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation. He had to be afterall, surely if he wasn’t, Crowley would know.

“What are you going to do?” 

Crowley pointed up, “Open an elevator for me?” 

—

The last person Crowley thought he would ever see in heaven greeted him as the elevator doors slid open. 

“Hey,” Beelzebub said as if it was the most casual normal thing for him, the duke of Hell, to be greeting people at Heaven’s door. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for Jesus I think? Right babe?” He called behind him. 

“Uh, yeah, Jesus.” Gabriel appeared, “Hi Crowley! Where’s Aziraphale?” 

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Crowley accepted at this point that he was hallucinating. None of this could be real. 

“He hasn't found you yet?" Beelzebub asked

"Found me? He's the one that's missing apparently."

"Hiding more like."

"You've seen him?"

'Yes, he came to us on Alpha Centauri asking for help."

"And you agreed?"

"Certainly not! But… he threatened our peaceful existence so here we are. Looking… for Jesus." 

"So he's okay."

Gabriel jumped in here, "if you call that ok." He said scrunching his nose up in disgust. 

"What. Do. You. Mean?!" Crowley was considering ripping his feathers out one by one if he didn't explain himself. 

Gabriel seemed to sense this and retreated, returning back to the catalog of souls he'd been browsing. 

"It's hard to explain." Beezlebub answered, "I'm sure he'll find you soon. He needs you."

But Crowley wasn't that hard to find. Surely if Aziraphale was looking for him he would have already found him. However this seemed to be all the answers heaven held for him so he headed back down. 

If nothing else, at least he knew Aziraphale was alive. It took some of the desperate panic away but he wouldn't be calm until he saw the angel with his own eyes. 

If Aziraphale was looking for him. He'd make himself easy to find. For the first time since that horrible fight, Crowley headed to the bookshop. Muriel greeted him happily. 

"I'm moving in." He growled at them.

"Delightful!"

It was only a day before the angel appeared in the shop.

Crowley didn't immediately notice Aziraphale was there which was strange in itself. Typically his eyes fell on the angel before anything else but it took a second for him to realize someone was sitting in the chair. 

Aziraphale was looking at him like a starving man at a feast.

"Crowley." He breathed the name and Crowley felt like his heart was mending and breaking and mending all over again. He wanted to run to him and hold him. He was still mad but he was so glad the angel was okay. He was okay wasn't he? Crowley assessed him quickly. He looked the same only… dimmer? He seemed okay. At least he was alive. The rest could be sorted out later. 

Crowley considered leaving. Now that Aziraphale was confirmed to be alive he could walk out, wash his hands of it but the stubborn anger at his oldest friend felt forced when all he really felt was overwhelming relief. 

"I heard you need my help." Crowley tried to act casual, "something about the next apocalypse?"

"Oh no," Aziraphale couldn't seem to wipe the smile off his face, "I've got that sorted. Well… Mostly. But that's not your concern."

"Oh… thats… good." Was he… angry that Aziraphale didn't need saving? That was stupid. "You were looking for me though?"

"Ah, no I was trying to avoid you." He admitted guiltily then quickly amended, "not because I didn't want to see you. I did want to see you. More than anything. But I rather thought, you wouldn't want to see me."

"I don't." Crowley answered quickly but he didn't make a move to leave or even look away so they both knew it was a lie. 

"It's so good to see you, Crowley. I'm glad you're well." 

"You too…uh, are you well though?" 

Aziraphale's smile was radiant, "I am." He paused for a moment, "there's a lot to talk about and I'm afraid I don't know where to start."

They were so far apart. Crowley standing awkwardly near the door as if waiting to escape any moment; Aziraphale tense in his chair, not sure how to calm the atmosphere between them. Aziraphale stood and came around the desk. Crowley tensed up even farther. Aziraphale drew in closer, he had to touch Crowley. He couldn't have this conversation five feet away, he needed Crowley near him but he didn't know if the demon would be receptive to touch at this moment. 

He reached out and took Crowley’s hand. Crowley let him but didn't reciprocate. It may have just made things worse, now Crowley's hand was limp in Aziraphale's and Crowley was tenser than before. Aziraphale powered through, "I love you." 

Crowley may as well have been a statue. 

Aziraphale sighed and dropped his hand. "I know I'm probably too late. I should have clarified this long ago. I thought… well I thought you knew. But… I took for granted how well we know each other and assumed… too much. I should have been clearer. I love you. I've loved you since before the beginning. Angel or demon or whatever you may be. I love you and I always will." 

Crowley was looking at him again finally but Aziraphale couldn't see his eyes. He reached up and removed the glasses. 

"I'm sorry." He continued looking directly into Crowley’s eyes now

A multitude of emotions flashed across Crowley's face. Aziraphale could never hope to read them all. 

"I missed you dear." Seemingly starved for contact Aziraphale moved closer again wrapping his arms around the demon. He hadn't realized until he'd been away just how much he lived on touching. Being so near but unable to touch him was perhaps worse torture than not being near him at all.

The hug finally seemed to get through to him and the tension Crowley held started leaking away.  They stayed like that nearly and hour. When Aziraphale tried to drop the hug, that's when Crowley responded. He fisted a hand into the back of Aziraphale's shirt and pulled their bodies tight together in a way that made Aziraphale feel breathless. 

"I love you too." Crowley said, his voice slightly muffled from where his face was hidden into Aziraphale's shoulder. Aziraphale had a feeling Crowley was using this to avoid eye contact. "I guess…I guess I never actually said it."

The bell tinged above the door and in a split second Crowley was out of arms, several steps away and hiding behind his glasses again. 

Gabriel poked his head in and gave a thumbs up.

Aziraphale straightened his vest and cleared his throat, annoyed by the interruption. "You found him?" 

Gabriel nodded, "and you'll keep your end of the deal?" 

"Of course."

"Good. Well, bye forever. Hope to never see you again and if you ever need another favor please feel free to fuck off."

Crowley bristled. How dare this prick, after everything Aziraphale risked for him when his memory was gone- but Aziraphale just replied with a rather chipper, "Noted."

He retreated and silence closed in on them again. 

"Should I ask?" He was dying to know. 

"I promise I'll tell you everything but… are we okay? Are we "us" again?"

"I don't know. There's still a lot to talk about."

That was fair. 

"But first, you should probably tell me what's going on. With the apocalypse, with the Metatron, with you."

"I'm afraid it's a very long story."

"Then… tell me over lunch?" 

Aziraphale's smile was blinding, "OH! I haven't had a thing to eat since going to heaven!"

Crowley gaped at him, "not even a snack?"

"Not even a cup of tea."

"In a YEAR?"

"Afraid so."

"Well, what are you craving? I'll take you anywhere you want. The Ritz?"

"Something more simple I think."

They ended up at a sandwich shop just down the street.

–

Aziraphale became aware they were going to try to keep him busy and find reasons to delay his promotion and he wasn't going to let that happen. 

He read all the records in a day and demanded a seat at the table. Reluctantly he was granted his new position after only a couple of days of jumping through hoops. He started making changes right away. He demoted angels who used their power to degrade others and promoted others who exemplified kindness. However, Metatron operated the second coming plan behind his back as much as possible. 

Aziraphale built up allies and was able to uncover the truth. 

Jesus' second coming had been misunderstood. It was generally thought he would return and judge all the humans, sorting them into heaven or hell and essentially ending all life on earth. This was a misinterpretation. Jesus was meant to judge all Angels and Demons and dismantle Heaven and Hell. 

When Metatron discovered this, he quickly tried to hide it. He plotted to destroy Jesus and replace him with someone who would do his bidding. However, Jesus' mission fell nicely in line with Aziraphale's own. Most angels didn't like the idea of dismantling heaven but it came straight from Jesus, the son of god, practically the embodiment of Her will. Metatron held less sway and the angels' unwavering faith in the Plan meant support for Jesus even if it meant the end of them. 

In an act of desperation, heaven cast a miracle to hide Jesus from the Metatron. Unfortunately, this had the unintended consequence of hiding him from all of heaven. 

Metatron became desperate after this. He tried to take back heaven by taking out Aziraphale. He gathered the allies he had left and waged war on Aziraphale and his followers. A civil war broke out in heaven. 

In the end, Aziraphale had no choice but to kill Metatron. It was a fatal act as even his most staunch supporters believed this action deserved the fall. Afterall, killing another angel, especially one as important as Metatron, couldn't go unpunished. He was pushed out of heaven. 

"You're not a demon." Crowley announced. 

"I'm not really sure how it happened either."

In a second. Crowley miracled them into the empty bathroom and locked the doors. 

"Show me." 

He hesitated

"I can tell something is different. Just show me."

Aziraphale unfurled his wings. Instead of pure white, they were a muted warm white with brown stripes. They were familiar

"The owl in the rainforest. That was you."

"I needed to make sure you were okay. There had been talk during the civil war of capturing you to use against me."

"Oh." Crowley remembered just how peaceful his life had been this past year. Had Aziraphale been quietly protecting him the whole time? His chest panged with regret. He'd been lazing around, moping, doing absolutely nothing but feeling sorry for himself while Aziraphale waged war in heaven. For the first time since he watched his angel leave on a heavenly elevator, he wished he'd gone with him. Damn his attitude about heaven and his hurt feelings and all the other things in the way, Aziraphale had had an adventure without him and it hurt. It hurt to know he hadn't been there to support him. He was so mad at himself for not being there. Even if…even if Aziraphale didn't need him, he still wanted to be there, by his side. But now there was a whole year of his life Crowley would only know from stories and he hated it. If things had gone differently, he could have lost him forever and never known. 

Sure, they'd been apart longer before, lived their own lives separately, had their own adventures. But not usually by choice. He'd chosen to let Aziraphale handle heaven on his own and he thought it had been the right thing because he was right about heaven but he hated himself for it. 

"Is it that bad?" Aziraphale asked, tucking his wings closer to his body self consciously. 

"No!" Crowley assured him quickly. Reaching out to touch them. "You're beautiful. Always."

"Oh." Aziraphale twittered happily at the compliment and Crowley decided he needed to do that more. Like a lot more. Aziraphale deserved to know just how gorgeous Crowley found him at all times.

"but.." his chest ached at the thought of aziraphale falling, "but what are you?"

"Well, I don't really know. Near as I can figure I only half fell. I have an animal form like most demons but I also still have…at least some of my divinity."

"Are you…happy like this?" Because that was all that really mattered 

"Oh yes." Aziraphale smiled shyly, "I rather think I am." He tucked his wings away fully, "you're not…mad?" 

"Oh I'm furious that anyone would think you deserve to fall-"

"No I mean…" He couldn't seem to articulate his thought, he gestured a lot before forcing more words out when Crowley failed to understand, "because you fell. Even though you didn't deserve it but by some Miracle, I didn't. Not fully. It doesn't seem fair."

Oh, Crowley hadn't considered that. He'd never really thought he didn't deserve it. He'd certainly thought it wasn't fair and even that it was a stupid reason to fall but he'd deserved it. He wasn't a good angel. He didn't trust the Plan. He didn't have faith. He'd never in a million years considered that Aziraphale thought him falling was unjust. It was a bit… flattering…maybe? It certainly put some things into perspective for him. He didn't know how to respond. Really all he wanted was to hug the Angel who believed in him so fiercely. So he did. 

Aziraphale accepted the hug happily even if he didn't understand what inspired it. Touches between them had been rare all throughout their history and Aziraphale craved them more than the strawberry cheesecake he hadn't gotten a single bite out of before Crowley had transported them here. In a rather cramped and dirty bathroom. On second thought the hugs could wait. 

"Now, I believe I was prematurely whisked away from dessert." He huffed. 

Aziraphale's return to his usual manner set Crowley at ease and he grinned, sending them both back to the table. 

Aziraphale continued his story as he ate,"So after that, a lot of angels and demons too, once the news spread to hell, started fleeing. I don't imagine it matters much if they stick around or not. As for Jesus, I needed a demon to find him since he'd been hidden from heaven and all its denizens so I asked Beelzebub-"

"Why not me?"

"Oh well," Aziraphale fidgeted, "I didn't think it would be a welcome request."

"Ah," it probably wouldn't have been, Crowley had to admit, "what did you promise them?" 

"Immunity. They want to live out their immortality on Alpha Centauri. 

"Is that something you're able to offer?"

"I stripped them of their titles. They'll just be two immortal beings hanging out in space, not denizens of heaven or hell so they should be left alone."

—

They both moved into the bookshop together after that. 

Jesus was already making progress and, once they learned what the process entailed, many angels and demons were queuing up to be seen by him. Everyone had a say in the final form they would take but the vast majority of demons picked the animal they were already associated with. Many angels were turned into doves or other birds. 

Muriel had queued up in line rather early, having always believed in the Plan and therefore having no reason to fear him. They burst through the doors to the shop announcing proudly that they were to become human.

They were really excited so Crowley tried to congratulate them but he wasn't sure it was a great idea. After all, they were so naive and had no one to look after them. "Are you sure you'll be okay? On your own?"

"No silly I won't be on my own! I'll have parents. I'm going to be born as a little human with real parents." They were entirely enthralled by the idea. 

Well that was better but still he worried for them. He had grown quite fond of Muriel in the time he'd known them. He may be a demon but he decided right then he was going to be their guardian angel. 

So Crowley and Aziraphale spent the next 97 years watching over them. Remembering Nina and Maggie's talk, they didn't interfere with Muriel's human life too much. They just made sure they were safe and that they always felt loved. 

–

There were millions of angels and demons to sort through and Jesus took his time. He sometimes spent as much as a week with a being before granting their final form. Aziraphale and Crowley figured they had a couple thousand years before they had to worry about it, so they didn't.

They took to their animal forms and traveled the forests of the world. Crowley showed Aziraphale all his favorite views. They ate at every restaurant. Watched humanity evolve and change. Spent peaceful decades just enjoying the domesticity of the bookshop which never changed except by being cut off from heaven. They bought a cottage in the middle of nowhere for when city life around the bookshop was too noisy. They danced and went for rides in the Bentley. They spent sunny afternoons drinking wine and reading and chilly nights drinking wine and stargazing. And they talked about everything. 

It was another 6,000 years before they started to wonder if something had gone awry. Heaven and hell were no longer accessible. They hadn't seen another angel or demon in thousands of years. 

"Do you think he forgot about us?" Crowley asked.

They were laying side by side on their cottage roof looking at clouds. Aziraphale hummed indifferently, "I'm sure we could find him if we wanted to…" he turned towards Crowley to look him in the eyes (Crowley never wore those glasses anymore) and placed a hand on his chest, "do you want to?"

"Er, no." Crowley admitted. He was perfectly happy. 

Aziraphale hummed in agreement, "we'll see how we feel in another 6000 years." 

--

End

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[arinmoss]

Chappell Roan :3

[not-easily-conquered]

🎵 Oh please hurry save me I can't breathe, please don't say you love me 🎵

[millenianthemums]

hey i was caramelizing your boyfriend and he uh. he stuck to the pan. yeah i didn’t deglaze it enough and he’s really burnt on there. i mean we can soak him for a while and see if we can scrape him up but i’m not optimistic. sorry.

[maddybthorne]

I want a BBC Merlin fanfic where Hunith visits Camelot as a surprise. Merlin doesn't know she's coming, only Gaius knows that she plans to visit. This is set in a time period where all the knights are alive (I'm looking at you Lancelot.) and Arthur is Prince, but running the Kingdom as Uther is unwell.

Hunith pulls up to Camelot and is walking towards the Castle through the citadel, burdened by her bags, when a cheerful voice rings out. "Do you need any help, miss?" It's one of the many Castle servants.

Hunith explains that she is heading to the Castle to visit her son who works there, the servant then offers to carry her bags.

"Oh I don't want to be a bother." Hunith replies

"It's no bother at all! Really, I was heading that way already." The servant insists and they both make their way to the castle, "What's your son's name by the way, I might know him if he works here."

"His name is Merlin." Hunith responds with a smile. The servant stops walking and looks at her. It's not only him that stops at this announcement.

"Y-you're Merlin's Mother?!?" A nearby servant who had been close enough to hear the conversation says in awe.

The courtyard that they're walking through gradually fills with hushed whispers as the news spreads. Everyone knows of Merlin. The Prince's manservant who had managed to not quit in the first week of serving him. Merlin, who changed the Prince from a spoiled brat into a good man whom the Kingdom was proud of and eagerly awaited the day he would be crowned King. Merlin, who had followed the Prince into battle time and time again to save Camelot.

I want a fanfiction where The Entire Of Camelot loves Merlin and is thankful for his role in making Arthur a good person. Where not only the Knights, but the Castle staff meet his mother and collectively decide that she is That Woman and treat her with Respect. Where they treat her like Royalty.

Ofc Gwaine loves her. That's his best friend's mom. Hunith looks at all the knights and adopts them on the Spot.

And Merlin is either really confused by this behavior or knows and just lets it happen.

Arthur has no idea what's going on or why but he treats her with reverence and love because that's his future Mother in Law and he's very much starved for parental affection which she gives him (and the knights) in spades.

But yes, I just want a fic of people meeting Hunith and being like "Thank you for giving birth to your son. I'd die for you both" and her being like "...please don't."

(Bonus if Leon meets her and is just like. "How did you survive being around that little shit (Merlin) for so long?" And she just laughs and gives him advice, which makes him cry because he's just so tired. #LetLeonRest2024 I will push this agenda till I die)

[cataclysm-cass]

silly thing I thought of while I was on the phone with my friend

It’s based off of that one horse “how hungry” meme ,,

it was funnier in my head 😓

[spicyraeman]

been doing a lot of band/modern au sketches so have a sleepy (hungover) Shadowheart

[absolutely-scheming]

You see how Deadpool and Wolverine only cause minimal damage to civilian life? You see how respectful they are to the extras? Very mindful. Very demure.

They don’t cause irreparable damage to major cities likely killing hundreds or more like some people. Instead they’re very mindful and cutesy

[ratterwolf]

Currently going insane over how much i want to draw an animatic to catabolic seed

[proneterror204]

Of Death and Taxes

Not everyone knows how the Infinite realms work. Danny barely does.

Every soul has a right to their afterlife to spend in peace. They have a spot in the infinite realms, like a house. They are not taxed. The ones who are taxed is the property owners. The ones who rule specific afterlives of religions; Hades underworld, Odin's Valhalla, the angel's Heaven, and Lucifer's Hell. The rulers are taxed. The Ghost king Danny keeps very little of the taxes, only a fraction of a decimal. He returns the rest to feed the Infinite Realms economy, or what stands for the economy. Danny still finds himself a multi-trillionare, but he's sworn never to touch it and gives as much back as he can.

"Nothing can be certain except Death and Taxes" and Danny is the High King of Both. (and Constantine is in debt of both)

[sashthesloth]

Wait 'til you meet my little sister

[phantomskeep]

DC x DP prompt but it's just Danny acting like an ectoplasmic Venom with [insert DC character here]

Danny, after spotting a powerful hero having trouble: Oh no! I should help!

Jason "I've-Had-Too-Much-Of-This-Shit-Already" Todd: what the fuck why am I glowing

Danny, covering this helmeted fruit loop who was trying to fight tEN PEOPLE AT ONCE ARE YOU INSANE-: hi :D We're friends now :D

Jason: internal screaming

[whump-in-the-closet]

weak in the knees for situations where a stoic whumpee allows someone to help them. they don't say a word of acceptance but they don't protest either. Too injured to say no and too tired to deny they need it. Just grudgingly letting a gentle hand guide them to a bed or to wrap a wound. Then a quiet, "thank you." in between sharp breathing as they try not to break down in front of someone else. Love love love shielded vulnerability

[polarsirens]

♟️

something about karna learning how to “play chess” as a play, a game without consequences and something done for fun for the first time (also me obsessing over how this passing comment from colin just sets up for more heartbreak because do they have time?)

also some notes on… self-indulgent things

[lockerlungs]

Alright but what if Godzilla slithered