#notniice

[tricksterreformed-a]

@notniice

“Hey, can I ask you a personal question?” He didn’t bother waiting for a response. “Have you ever considered wearing those neon shutter-shades?  I think they’d really make the rest of your outfit pop.”

[sadnessruns]

[ @notniice gets a fallen jibril au because fuck i need that ]

It all hurt everywhere, his wings, all six of them hurt the most. The six bright blue and white wings felt heavy, felt like they were on fire. His body was sore and heavy, his stomach churning in his stomach. “Fuck,” his voice was hoarse and tired, the curse slurring from his mouth. Purple eyes looked up, where was he? He didn’t recognize it at all. “Where--” He stretched his wings and whined, all six of them felt broken and they hurt so much. He tried to push himself up and he limped towards the closest door he could find. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Never had Jibril felt this scared in his life, yet here he was, the messenger of -- former messenger of God, broken and weak. 

[thebadtimewolf]

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“Is it good or bad that I’m unfazed by this entire predicament we’re in?” She had asked as she leaned against her hand, pressed against the wall as support. Which was a good question to ask considering that most would have panicking but, she felt...nothing. Nothing at all and that feeling itself had given her a hint of self-concern.

[invincibleiron]

He didn't need any excuses. He'd always been a sucker for redheads and the thrum of the baseline was distracting enough that he didn't mind being corralled into a corner, fingers tangling in the others hair as he gave a little tug, grinning. "This your plan the whole time?"

@notniice liked for a starter!

[wo-1f]

My brother is gay >:( he is very not nice

[fraternizes-with-demons-blog]

What Peace Brings

@notniice

Perhaps the biggest middle finger to either of their sides was how smoothly the two celestial beings got on after their successful thwarting of certain Ineffable Plans. As if nothing had happened.

Their lunch (Aziraphale’s lunch and Crowley’s selection of wines) was fantastic. As it always had to be at the Ritz. The Angel jabbered about everything that happened, recounting finer details and enjoying every second he got to speak candidly and openly with his best friend. He felt free for once. A feeling that was always so fleeting as reality would take over. But not this time.

A few days into the newer, better reality, it still hardly felt real at all. Aziraphale would need to remind himself that things were better now, and there wouldn’t be any angry letters from Heaven in a good while. He hoped, at least. Angels could be tricky and quite mean when they wanted to be. A realization that the Principality hated to admit he discovered too late, with the added bonus of hating to admit Crowley was right all along.

He’d never admit that to his face, however.

The bookshop was closed. He might open up later for a couple of hours, he might not. Aziraphale busied himself searching for things that didn’t exist before the change in reality. Were he human he might have been dusting, but instead he was pulling down books to look through them, searching through stacks of them on tables, and looking through the private ones in his back office. Everything was better in some way.

Aziraphale wondered how Crowley fared this morning -- if he was even awake yet. They had been seeing each other often in just a few short days, only separating for the night when the Angel was antsy about his books. It worked out, he thought, as it seemed Crowley enjoyed sleeping anyway. Desiring a variety of breakfast foods, he decided that even if the Demon was still asleep, it was time to be up. He walked over to his rotary phone and sat on the antique high back chair beside it, dialing Crowley’s number as he did so. With the receiver to his ear, he waited, eager to hear his friend on the other side.

[booksattheritz]

@notniice continued from here

Aziraphale stared at him for a moment, not saying a word. “Alright, that’s enough. Nothing for you. You don’t deserve any kisses. Especially not from me.”

[crowleyisms]

notniice  A very long time ago, when he was once an Angel,...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have so much LOVE for Crowley and the stars.

[lycanlead-a]

DIBS!!! SO MANY DIBS!!!

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 ‘𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬’ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚��𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

omg i wuv you so much! so many dibs are currently being sent your way, just lemme know when to never stop!

@notniice

[lordflyers]

@notniice had no other choice

It was safe to say that Lord Beelzebub was just as bored as they had been in their office down below. Mingling was never their strong suit and they weren’t really one for mindless chatter that was forced between colleagues. Even if they had know everyone who was in attendance, they weren’t going to force conversation that would last all of two minutes. They missed Hastur and Ligur. 

Spotting Crowley, they made their way over to him, coming to stand by his left shoulder. ‘Talk to me,’ they demanded, glaring off to the side like it was the worst possible choice they could of made by picking him to mingle with. 

[beelzzzebub-blog]

@notniice ! You won! Shoot me a DM with what you’d like written! :)

[collectedbooks]

@notniice​ said:  Constitution: Has your muse suffered any serious injuries or traumas in their life? Do they have any major scars, either physical or mental?  /  DND  HEADCANON  QUESTIONS!   (  accepting.  )

PHYSICALLY, in the first war of heaven --- the whole rebellion bit --- aziraphale took a slice across his right thigh, from hip to kneecap, that just about put him out of commission for the rest of the war. ( since they didn’t really have bodies back then, the damage was to his true form. ) supposedly an enemy got in under his guard; in reality, aziraphale truly didn’t want to kill another angel, rebellious or not, and refused to take the killing blow when he had the opportunity. he showed mercy. the enemy, unfortunately, was not so kind, and slashed him before another angel interceded and aziraphale was hauled off for healing. since the damage was done to his true form with a proper celestial blade, it’s never fully healed, and pains him considerably when he’s in his true form up in heaven. when he’s on earth or in a vessel the pain is still present but it’s more of a mild twinge, and he walks with a slight limp. he keeps the physical scar on his mortal vessel out of personal preference --- whether as a reminder that he can’t always afford to be soft or as a reminder that it was the right thing to do and he doesn’t regret it is up for debate.

MENTALLY, idk if it counts but he definitely lost faith during armaggedon’t, so that’s been a hard pill to swallow, being an angel and all. having his entire way of life and entire sense of What’s Good and What’s Right ripped away from him, deciding to cast away his entire past way of life, was a LOT, and he’s still struggling to determine what he believes and really actually flesh out his whole moral code for once. there’s a lot of different interpretations of his relationship with heaven, too, between the book and the show, which i personally am still trying to figure out for my portrayal, so i won’t get into all that, but there’s a lot of struggling going on in aziraphale’s mind.

also, aside from the deep dive into faith and morality, aziraphale was caught up in the destruction of pompeii. since he was forbidden from assisting in any miraculous escapes, he decided to keep watch as penance, bearing witness to the destruction of lives and culture. his corporeal form choked on the ash and his true form woke up in heaven still coughing, and ever since then some extremely strong, pungent smells can be rather upsetting: a sharp whiff of car exhaust, factory smoke, skunk spray, etc.

[leftoverbaby]

@notniice | x

“I’m not tired,” Cain told her. “I wanna be an Antarcticist. Like the scienarcticists.” He was just making up words now. “Do you think the penguins are scienantarcticists? Do you think they’ll figure out how to fly? Scienarchy.”

[invincibleiron]

🌌 ⏳ 💖

🌌 - What’s your favorite part of rp? - I have made some phenomenal friends and relationships through writing. It’s been truly delightful to bond with the people I have through the years of these stories helping and shaping us. It’s amazing

⌛ - How long have you been rping? - On Tumblr, just over 5 years with Tony and Bruce ( @gammagreen ), overall, 20 years roughly. 

💖 - What’s something you like about your muse? - Tony is selfless. Despite what people assume about him, despite the way that people continually attempt to destroy his life and the people he loves, he still believes in the greater good and the good of people. 

[booksattheritz]

"I'd die for you."

send in "I'd die for you" for my muse's reaction

@notniice

“I... What?” It would be an understatement to say that what he said surprised him. No words could properly describe the thoughts and feelings going through his head at the moment. “You can’t be serious, Crowley. Putting your life at risk for me? It’s not worth it. Holy water is one thing, but this? It’s completely insane.”

[crowleyisms]

@notniice is listening to the radio waves

The radio crackled and burst to life as a sweet jingle came resounding out of the speakers for a moment.

“You know,” a voice started off kindly, “You don’t have to keep it to yourself. All bottled up, it’s not good for you. I can tell. It’s not hard to pick up on especially amongst the waves. You’re like a ping on sonar when it comes to that, just have to channel into it correctly to figure out where it's coming from.”

There was no malice in the words said. Nothing meant to be unkind as the man on the other side spoke.

“What’s eating at you on the inside? One day that bottle is going to crack. Are you ready for what might spill out?”