#onyx crowley

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

💚anon

[Meltdown]

Crowley: Theon, can you help me with my paperwork?

Yuu: On it!

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Adeuce: Can you help us paint the roses red?

Yuu: Sure.

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Sebek: Human! Help me find Malleus-sama!

Silver: It'd be of great help..

Yuu: Okay..

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Reyna: Can you help Kalim with his homework? Jamil has a fever.

Yuu: No problem...

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Rayn and Onyx: Can you help us clean Main Street?

Yuu: ...Mhm...

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Grim: Can I have some of your lunch? 'm still hungry.

Yuu, pushes his food over: ... That's fine...

~

[Mostro Lounge] - Closing hours

*Yuu crossed his arms over a table, resting his head in them.*

Verde: Yuusei-san, we're closed—

*Yuu lifted his head slightly, revealing tear stains on his cheeks.*

Verde: ...Yuusei-san? What's wrong?

Yuu: ... it's all too much...

Verde: Let me guess—everyone asked you a quite a bit of favors and you agreed to all of them so now you're stressed?

Yuu: ... that's oddly specific for a guess.

Verde: It wasn't. Scoot over. *He sat next to Yuu* I was in the same boat as you, you know. I got through it. And you will too. But first, you gotta learn how to say no.

Yuu: ....

Verde, placing a hand on Yuu's back: ...Jade, Floyd, bring some water and a dessert.

Yuu: ...I don't have money for that-

Verde: My treat. I insist.

Jade: Of course.

Floyd: Shrimpy's having a rough day.

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Contour Corset in Onyx (n/a) & The Sweat Short in Stone French Terry ($128) from Joah Brown with the Re-Edition 2005 Leather Shoulder Bag from Prada ($2,600) and Square SQ40 Camera from Instax ($149.95)

[delightindarkness]

@perilousxlives

[frogsinflannel]

What should we name our new kitten? He is black and white and small and precious

[poisonouswonderland]

imagine...

A clawed shadow reached from the darkness of the other side, latching onto your ankle at your hesitation.

“Wait—“ Panic surged through you and overrides the pain when the claws dug into your skin. It tripped you when you tried to run. On the floor you turned away from the mirror, using one hand to scratch at the ground, the other stretching out to grab onto anything, anyone. “Waitwaitwait! No! No, I don’t want to go!”

Grim ran faster than running from Ace and Duece, faster than when his own life was in danger, faster than he ever thought he possibly could. Your friends are quick to follow but become suddenly dodging fiery balls of onyx that shoot from the void trying to swallow you. Crowley’s eyes widen, incantations and commands rushing off his tongue to stop the mirror.

Then he shouted your name. He thought he was only a step behind you, how did he get so far? With every leap he took it seemed the room stretched farther, keeping the mirror, keeping you, miles away. He was mentally preparing to say goodbye… no matter how much it shattered him inside. But this?

“Please, please!" You screeched, voice broken and desperate. "I don’t want to leave you!”

This would destroy him in a way he could never recover.

Darkness pooled around your face and stole it from him, muffling your horrifying cries that were daggers to his heart. Ever determined, your knuckles were white gripping the golden edges of the mirror.

Narily avoiding a blast, he kicks off the ground and slides on his knees in front of the mirror. Clutching your wrist, he feels your pulse under his fingers, rapid and frightened, and it fuels him to use all his strength and more.

“I’ve got you!” He shouts. It's all he can do to comfort you and, peculiarly, himself.

His lips pull into a snarl as he grits his teeth until they hurt, his eyes are all too focused on your where your face should be emerging. Grim is shouting at him in warning and he sees it a millisecond too late. A dark hand, more firm than the shadow from earlier, snakes from the mirror and cruelly wraps it's fingers just below his. In one strong tug he's lost all he's gained. Though it ripples like water, the hits his knuckles and refuses to give him passage. A strangled noise rips from his throat as he stares at your fingers, sees how you're pinching his sleeve in a final effort to remain tethered to him. "No!" He roars when you slip from his grasp, fists raised to pound against the mirror in fury. It absorbs itself just as they come crashing down and he finds himself crumpled against the floor fighting tears.

He failed you.

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

NAMES︰ abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. cain. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caspian. celeste. celestia. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiropteranne. choir. christian. cofette. coffin. coffine. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. grey. gwen. gypsy. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. mortis. mourge. mourgette. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctre. nocturne. noir. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. raven. ravenie. raveniette. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly. skulliene. skulliette. skully. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. vervain. vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.

PRONOUNS︰ abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. × . ♠️ . ♣️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 🌑 . 💀 . 🕯 . 🕷 . 🕸 . 🖤 . 🥀 . 🦇 .

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Of Kings And Kids - Chapter 1

Welcome to @gaiaseyes451 and my Christmas collab! We'll be publishing a chapter every day, whith the fifth and final chapter going up on the 26th of December!

Head to AO3 to read the entire chapter.

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Aziraphale stood at the town’s well, clay cup in hand, and drank, grateful for the cool water. While the journey from Nazareth hadn’t been particularly arduous, the angel was happy for an opportunity to rest after traversing the loamy, rolling hills; especially after guiding a flock of sheep and goats for the last five days. Michael had assured him, when she was briefing him on the Mission Messiah assignment, that Heaven had an alias prepared this time. Somehow, Silas the shepherd who was leading his flock of bovids to Bethlehem for the autumn livestock auction was not precisely the backstory Aziraphale had expected. Nevermind that Bethlehem had never held a livestock auction before, best not to question these things.

Bethlehem was built around the town’s well which stood in the center of a courtyard. Most inns and lodging houses surrounded the well while private residences were scattered among the slopes. The city was surrounded by a modest wall with roads granting access from the North and South. The land itself was lovely rolling hills with lush grasslands and natural grottos, perfect for grazing livestock. It would have been conspicuous if a shepherd had moved at the same pace as a woman who was about to give birth, so Aziraphale had arrived ahead of the holy family. He was glad for the chance to get acquainted with the town and for the brief respite before the real work started.

Preparing for the arrival of the Messiah really was quite stressful.

Having filled his waterskin, Aziraphale was about to head off to one of the rest houses to sample the local cuisine when a familiar voice called out.

“Hello, angel!”

Aziraphale stopped short. While he was always happy to see this particular demon on his assignments, having him this close to the savior’s birth was a tad disconcerting. He turned and greeted him warmly, even if his smile was a bit cautious. “Crawly! Hello.”

“Ah, actually, call me Crowley.” He said, casually.

“Oh, have you changed your name?” Aziraphale asked.

“Nah, not officially. Just tryin’ it out for a bit. ‘Sides, little odd to have a nobleman called ‘Crawly’.” He said, gesturing to himself.

Aziraphale took a moment to take in Crowley’s garb.The demon was wearing his hair a bit longer, russet waves held out of his eyes by a beaded headband. He was clothed in his preferred hues in a deep charcoal robe and cloak made from fine linen with patterns embroidered in red at the neckline and hem. The cloak was fastened at the shoulder with an onyx snake broach and synched at the waist with a burgundy leather belt with a serpentine fastener. The robe drew his eyes down to strappy sandals that accentuated Crowley’s calves. His wrists were adorned with wide, silver cuffs that emphasized his svelte arms and long fingers.

Aziraphale dragged his eyes back to Crowley’s face and attempted to make eye contact through the dark lenses. “Well, hello, Crowley. What brings you to Bethlehem?”

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Heel, Stay, and Shake.

🐦‍⬛ What’s this? A wild bird in our classroom? Now we can’t have that, can we? 🧪

By My Hand.

Raven didn’t know what to expect when Professor Crewel asked to see him after class. A summons from him typically meant one of two things: a thorough scolding or remedial work. Sometimes both.

She wasn’t the type for either. Raven kept her head down and behaved—and thus stood off to the side of his wrath. And now here she was, standing in the line of fire.

“Wooow, sucks to be you,” Ace had sneered on his way out. “The goody-two-shoes finally gets into trouble herself!”

“Leave her alone, Ace,” Deuce grumbled, “You don’t want to make things worse for her than they already are.”

Even the Prefect, Yuu—level-headed, neutral—had passed her a look of sympathy. But they cleared out of the laboratory the same as the rest, leaving Raven to her doom.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut, trapping her in with their teacher.

Crewel had traded his lab coat and safety goggles for his usual attire: a black and white color-blocked vest, black undershirt and slacks, smart shoes that clicked with every step, blood red gloves, socks, and tie. Over this, a striped fur coat with several tails, the insides a shocking scarlet.

He ran a hand through his hair—black slicked back, white in a graceful sweep of parted bangs. His eyes, a shade of iced onyx, dug into her like the teeth of a dog. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to threaten to.

She struggled not to tremble under his gaze. Raven knew it to be discerning and, more importantly, unrelenting in its critique.

“Crowley.”

“Y-Yes!!” Raven yelped, standing at attention. Her posture naturally corrected itself at his voice. Back stiffening, head lifting. “Wh-Whatever it is I’ve said or done to offend you, I apologize! I will reflect on my actions and do better in the future!”

“Offend me?” Crewel’s surprise melted into a devilish smirk. “You’ve done nothing of the sort. However, I’m flattered that you would think yourself in such dire need of my private instruction.”

“Eh? Then what did you need me for…?”

“A curiosity of mine. I hope you do not mind.”

“N-No, sir! Curiosity not minded!”

A chuckle.

Crewel extended his pointer to a line of shelves. “I’ve heard from the headmaster that you care for colorants. Is that correct?”

Raven was all too eager to provide the answer and then book it out of there. “That’s right. I brew some in my spare time. They’re enchanted inks, meant for writing and journaling.”

“Inks? What, may I ask, makes them ‘enchanted’?”

“Well…” Raven gestured to a potted mandrake. “It’s like cultivation. I infuse magic into the ink, which grants them fun properties. Smelling like an orange slice, glowing even long after you’ve penned it, words that produce the sounds they write out.��

“I see.” Interest had started to seep into Crewel’s voice. “Have you ever thought to extend this skill to other areas of application?”

“No, not really. It’s just something I got into to save on pocket money. Commercial inks can be expensive, so I thought to make my own with the ingredients gathered from around campus…”

Raven trailed off.

A glint had settled into Crewel’s eyes. The very same shine that came into Crowley’s at the mention of money or fresh game.

“It seems to me,” Crewel said slowly, “that you have a talent.”

A stone dropped into her stomach.

Uh-oh, here comes trouble.

“I would very much like to train that talent.” He tapped his pointer into an open palm. Each strike light, but had all the gravity of a gravel.

“Huh?!”

“You’re familiar with Night Raven College’s charity ball?”

“Yes…”

She couldn’t forget it even if she tried. The headmaster had droned about it for the last several weeks, declaring it a “prime time” to look good to the public. (Half of those weeks had been spent preening and wondering which suit and tie to wear.)

“School staff are to be in attendance to oversee the event. This year, we’re donating the proceeds to an animal shelter on Sage’s Island—a cause I’m particularly passionate about. As such, I would like to wear something stunning—and to dazzle at a show, you must have the element of surprise. I will be designing my own outfit. That is where you will come in.

“I will provide the materials, and you will prepare the dye for it. I want a unique color and magical effect that suits my image and enhances it.”

“But I don’t know the first thing about fabrics or treating them,” Raven protested faintly.

“Which is why I will mentor you. It will be a collaborative effort.”

“I-I’m sure you’re entirely capable of accomplishing this on your own, Professor! After all, Crewel-sensei is so very skilled…”

“Tch.” He frowned, making his displeasure clear. “You are missing the point, pup. Do you really think I wouldn’t have already done so, were that my intention?”

Raven flinched. “I don’t know, sir.”

“Night Raven College is making efforts to promote teamwork in its curriculum and extracurricular activities. For such a front-facing event, our new direction will be center stage. You’re a clever girl. I’m certain I do not need to explain the importance of this.”

“Surely there are more ideal candidates, sir… Students far more qualified than me. V-Vil-senpai? Or a Science Club member? Rook-senpai might be interested.”

“Of course I am aware of that—but this isn't about them. This is about you."

His pointer sliced through the air, so sharp that it cracked like a whip, aiming itself right at her. Crewel's face was the picture of arrogance, a high and mighty king looking down at the peasants. (Raven suddenly understood why he, of all teachers, was a Night Raven College graduate.)

"Since the day you scampered into my classroom, you've been nothing but a meek little thing. Obedience is all well and good, but you lack a bark and a bite, the confidence to be bold and to demonstrate your ability with pride. Schoenheit and the others already have that.

“You must learn how to speak up, pup! And this Crewel-sama will be the one to teach that to you.”

“B—But…”

“No buts!” he snapped. “If you’re going to reject the idea, then do so with your entire chest! I will accept it as proof of your bite. If you cannot muster that, then you will submit yourself to my guidance. What will it be?”

Raven shrunk back—proving his point. Speak up? Louder, more sternly—against her own teacher? She couldn’t.

Yikes, he’s so fired up about this… There’s no way I can comfortably say ‘no’!

She balled her fists up, terribly twisting her skirt. Raven sighed deeply, resigning herself to her fate.

“… Alright, I will do my best to assist, Crewel-sensei. In return, I will be relying on you too.”

“Good girl. You’ve made your choice.” Crewel offered a hand. “Then let us shake on it.”

She hesitantly took it. His grip was firm and resolute, hers limp and unenthusiastic.

At last, he smiled in satisfaction. “I look forward to instructing you, Crowley. I expect you to keep up.”

Never in her life had she felt more like some poor dog strung along on a leash.

[sweetbunpura]

Would the baby foxes live with fox couple after Halloween or comes visit from time to time?

Yuu opens up Ramshackle to them since Silver said they didn't have a home or parents. The fox cubs are playful, often times playing games with Grim if Yuu and Rollo are busy. Opal cozies up to Rollo whenever he's reading, either napping in his lap or sleeping by his side. Onyx goes out running with Yuu during her workouts and jogging.

Now the kits follow them around the school and joins them in their classes. Since Rollo is in Malleus' class (Crowley called it exposer therapy even after the pair of them started multiple fights), Opal occasionally growls at Malleus, Rollo rewards them with treats every time they do so.

Oynx has caused so many problems in class, but they're too cute to punish. Yuu commands Onyx with a strict word, mostly in Japanese, and the fox cub returns to her side.

Overall, it's way more lively in Ramshackle... and Yuu needs a bigger bed cause the cubs have taken to sleeping with her, Rollo, and Grim.

[changingplumbob]

A-Z Challenge: List your sims in order, trying to complete the alphabet

Let's do this! Apologies in advance to all my sims that I'll forget about. I'm doing this without looking at my lists for extra challenge. I'm going to include some background sims as well if I can remember but some letters will be hard.

A

Adam Knightstone, Aaron York, Alexander Goth, Artemisia York, Alfred Villareal. Shared custody of Art Lockhart-Rue and Aurora Crowley. Custody of a slightly changed Ariadne Sterling.

B

Bob Pancakes, Byron Twain Delarosa (almost forgot my heir whoops), Bella Goth

C

Charlie Nishidake, Coraline Jane Delarosa, Calista York, Cassandra Chopra, Carson Foster, Cluckton Chopra (rooster), Clover Nishidake (dog). Shared custody of Caden Lockhart-Rue.

D

Deanna York, Devin Villareal, Delphine Hubert, Darwin (friend of Onyx/Carson), Dina Caliente, Denton Levine

E

Eliza Pancakes

F

Fergus Pancakes

G

Ginger Pancakes (dog), Gertrude Goth (cat), Glenn Sutherland, Geoffrey Landgraab (SBL), Geoffrey Landgraab (Poor)

H

Hamlet Goth (cat), Hugo Villareal, Harvey Foster, Harper Levine

I

Don't think I have any?

J

James Goth, Joey York, Jessica Benali, Johnny Zest (SBL), Johnny Landgraab (Poor)

K

Kayleigh Foster, Kaori Nishidake, Keira Romero

L

Luna Villareal, Lavina Chopra

M

Milton Goth, Marta Romero, Maelstrom Pancakes (foal), Max & Miriam Villareal, Malcolm Landgrabb (SBL), Malcolm Landgrabb (Poor), Michael Bachelor, Mercedes Chopra

N

Nina Caliente, Nancy Landgraab (Poor), Nancy Landgraab (SBL), Nicolas (forgotten his last name)

O

Onyx Pancakes

P

Pollock Knightstone, Paris Pearl

Q

Quinn Ryder (sitting in my library)

R

Rilian Villareal, Reece Foster, Rahul Chopra

S

Suzanna Knightstone, Samir Hadji, Silas Knightstone, Salim Benali, Strawberry Pancakes (dog), Savannah Chopra, Shay McClain

T

Tiana Pancakes, Tuesday (Joey's fwb)

U

?

V

Viola Chopra

W

Will Gavin

X

Xander Hanks

Y

Yvonne Ryder

Z

Custody of Zayden Crowley.

Okay so all letters except I and U isn't bad but I really feel like I've forgotten an I character because surely I must have one...

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

💚anon

[A Housing Bind] Book 3 Chapter 12

Deuce: Ohooo...

Ace: Daaang. I never knew you were such a big softie, Jack!

Grim: You learn something new everyday!

Jack: D-don't get me wrong, okay?! I want our next round of exams to be on a level playing field. It's in my best interests for Yuu to win that bet with Azul!

Ace: Yeah, sure, whatever you say.

Deuce: Yuu, Onyx, Rayn, and Grim will probably sleep way better there anyway.

Ace: Yeah, their options at our dorm would be a spot on the floor or sharin' a bed with me or Deuce...ah, maybe you'd prefer that?

Yuusei, blushing: (°////°)

Deuce: Hang on, what about Kaiden and Naomi-sensei?

Ace: Naomi-sensei said she's gonna live with Kaiden in Crewel-sensei's place.

Onyx: ...RIP Kaiden.

Ace: Oh he's dead dead then.

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Contour Corset in Onyx from Joah Brown (n/a), Frankies Long Line Short with Ribbed Hem from One Teaspoon (n/a), Diane Purse in Navy from Louis Vuitton ($2,830), Training Crew Socks in White from Nike ($28 for 6 pairs) & Travis Scott x Air Jordan 1 Low OG "Reverse Mocha" Sneakers (n/a)

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

𝕷𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖆

Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus - Lacrimosa, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

You’re no stranger to the feeling of numbness.

Even if you never had the chance of being acquainted with it back in your home world, you had plenty of opportunities to familiarise its cold, detached hopelessness from your time in this plane. Of course, your first memories of this were the blind panic that seized you when you first arrived or the lightheadedness that washed over you after you succumbed to the injuries Housewarden Rosehearts had inflicted on you or when you became more and more aware of Crowley’s manipulations. 

You compared it to the crisp tingling that engulfed you when Azul and his twin cronies who lusted for terror as much as they did blood and agony had sent you to the frigid depths of the sea and the submerged Mostro Lounge. Who knew that mental numbness and physical numbness were completely different flavours of the same bitter meal. You didn’t before you do now.

You’re falling, drowning, thrashing and flailing in meaningless desperation against the despair around you.

Trouble may come in threes but only company that misery is crowing to desire is you it seems, as it pulls you along for its twisted dance macabre - it’s cold, sadistic fingers gripping your figure, harsh and unforgiving, as it manhandled you to a rhythm you’ve never heard of, living deep, dark imprints in it’s unyielding wake. It crushed you against it, leaving no room for air or words to enter your lungs, and you looked helplessly towards the shadowed corners of your vision, towards the unseeing gazes of grinning onlookers, your tender feet burning and blistering with every new step, with every new unpredictable move, as they took deranged pleasure in your plight. And with a scorching spotlight above you, all you could do was relent.

You wanted off. You wanted to leave this chessboard that everyone but you could see. You wanted to tear off the blood-soaked puppet strings that were digging and searing into your wrists. But you couldn’t. In this world, your life was not your own but merely a toy. A pawn. Some form of entertainment that gave them a means to an end. The black spiderwebs of your scars that clung and coiled around your skin, the onyx discolouration of your magic-induced gashes and obsidian veins were proof that your nightmares were real, that you are stuck in this hopeless existence.

Kindness was your hamartia, you realised. The love that you swore by, that you held dear to your heart, one of the only fragments of you that hadn’t been ripped away from you, was the very reason you were left chained in this prison. If your peace were your wings then your kindness was the sadistically scorching inferno that melted the wax between them, sending you plummeting to your tragedy. 

Love ruined you so it simply had to leave. After all, your broken spirit was already a price you paid for your hopelessly optimistic naivety, the reason you were unaware of the consequences of no good deed going unpunished. 

Your thoughts sang a final requiem to the person you used to be, a soft symphony of saudade that got fainter and fainter as you felt the writhing of something within you. Whispered voices that embraced you with their comfortably icy caresses, the wispy tendrils of your soul softening with every alluring cajole and when you let yourself sink into their assuaging depths, you were reborn.

It was strange how still the air inside Ramshackle had become. The ricocheting echoes of your heels along the tar covered floor were the only signs that something was within it. Even the darkness enshrouded depths of the Ramshackle Wood were silent. Not even the barest breath of life could be somewhat acknowledged. 

Was that odd?

You can’t remember what it was like to feel, to be more than this cold, hollow vessel of numbness. You could faintly recollect words like ‘happiness’, ‘comfort’, ‘joy’, ‘love’ these so-called ‘emotions’ that used to mean something to you, if only you could recall what they meant. Not that you cared. You were incapable of caring about anything now. The nothingness within you being the only sense you could grasp. 

What was it like, to feel? It sounds awfully draining. Such a vulnerability that’s exposed to the world is very easy to exploit. You must’ve been in so much pain, being so unprotected. But you’re different now.

You look at the shattered mirror in front of you. A lifeless doll drenched in running obsidian stares back.

Distantly, you hear ink dripping onto the floor

Huic ergo parce Deus Pie Jesu, Jesu Domine Dona eis requiem Dona eis requiem Amen

[gaiaseyes451]

Of Kings and Kids - A Good Omens Christmas Story

I'm super excited to announce that Chapter 1 of Of Kings and Kids is officially live on AO3! This is a collaboration with the incredibly talented @vavoom-sorted-art. We will release one chapter a day until all five chapters are available - the last release will be on 26-Dec.

Head to AO3 for the full Chapter AND additional, gorgeous illustrations!

An Excerpt:

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Aziraphale stood at the town’s well, clay cup in hand, and drank, grateful for the cool water. While the journey from Nazareth hadn’t been particularly arduous, the angel was happy for an opportunity to rest after traversing the loamy, rolling hills; especially after guiding a flock of sheep and goats for the last five days. Michael had assured him, when she was briefing him on the Mission Messiah assignment, that Heaven had an alias prepared this time. Somehow, Silas the shepherd who was leading his flock of bovids to Bethlehem for the autumn livestock auction was not precisely the backstory Aziraphale had expected. Nevermind that Bethlehem had never held a livestock auction before, best not to question these things.

Bethlehem was built around the town’s well which stood in the center of a courtyard. Most inns and lodging houses surrounded the well while private residences were scattered among the slopes. The city was surrounded by a modest wall with roads granting access from the North and South. The land itself was lovely rolling hills with lush grasslands and natural grottos, perfect for grazing livestock. It would have been conspicuous if a shepherd had moved at the same pace as a woman who was about to give birth, so Aziraphale had arrived ahead of the holy family. He was glad for the chance to get acquainted with the town and for the brief respite before the real work started.

Preparing for the arrival of the Messiah really was quite stressful.

Having filled his waterskin, Aziraphale was about to head off to one of the rest houses to sample the local cuisine when a familiar voice called out.

“Hello, angel!”

Aziraphale stopped short. While he was always happy to see this particular demon on his assignments, having him this close to the savior’s birth was a tad disconcerting. He turned and greeted him warmly, even if his smile was a bit cautious. “Crawly! Hello.”

“Ah, actually, call me Crowley.” He said, casually.

“Oh, have you changed your name?” Aziraphale asked.

“Nah, not officially. Just tryin’ it out for a bit. ‘Sides, little odd to have a nobleman called ‘Crawly’.” He said, gesturing to himself.

Aziraphale took a moment to take in Crowley’s garb.The demon was wearing his hair a bit longer, russet waves held out of his eyes by a beaded headband. He was clothed in his preferred hues in a deep charcoal robe and cloak made from fine linen with patterns embroidered in red at the neckline and hem. The cloak was fastened at the shoulder with an onyx snake broach and synched at the waist with a burgundy leather belt with a serpentine fastener. The robe drew his eyes down to strappy sandals that accentuated Crowley’s calves. His wrists were adorned with wide, silver cuffs that emphasized his svelte arms and long fingers.

Aziraphale dragged his eyes back to Crowley’s face and attempted to make eye contact through the dark lenses. “Well, hello, Crowley. What brings you to Bethlehem?”

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A warm thanks to @goodomensafterdark for the support on this project with thanks also to @sohoscribblers

[fellshish]

Hey good omens crowd do you know about this fallen angel / snake crawling up leg look by onyx (insta link) from drag race españa. i just think. if crowley did drag —

[pupsmailbox]

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