#rackets 13 days of halloween

[candescentdibromoindigodreams]

Years go by and I’m still haunted by the images from the mind of @entanglednow

[biglisbonnews]

Fresh Pressed: Model/Actriz Release Their First LP This is Fresh Pressed, in which photographer Matt Weinberger takes us inside some of the rawest moments happening in NYC and beyond. Fresh Pressed is all about encountering the juicy ideas, aesthetics and people shaping culture through the lens of the city's many creative scenes.Model/Actriz LP Release Show @ The Hole (2/25/23)Brooklyn-based band Model/Actriz, comprised of Ruben Radlauer, Aaron Shapiro, Cole Haden and Jack Wetmore, played an LP release show at the Hole, an art gallery in Tribeca, celebrating their new album, Dogsbody. The show raged on for a sweaty near-hour of fun to the great delight of their many fans who came out to see them rock the night away. The guys in the band not only play music well but also seem to have a good sense of humor. Cole, the lead singer of the group, opened the show while wearing his Halloween costume from last year (Rhonda Byrne's famed self-help book The Secret). The band, who cites influences including Björk and Fugazi, put on a show that felt like a high-energy mystical head-banging journey into the rock and roll dreamscape of a sleep-deprived neighborhood buddy. In other words: They know how to put on a good show. Their US tour starts in early March; they’ll be playing a show in New York on 4/20 at Racket. Jack plans on building a lamp that he saw in a dream to display at the show.Tony or Tony's Headline Debut @ Elsewhere (2/11/23)Tony or Tony gave an absolutely electric performance at their debut headlining concert at Elsewhere, where they performed a number of unreleased songs. The band consists of Tony 1.2, Tony Z and Quick Tony. Tony 1.2 and Tony Z grew up together in Arkansas. They escaped a cult together when they were 18 and moved to NYC and started a band. They describe their music as a “combination of late style thumper rave and glissando core.” Some main influences on the band include Tiny Leg, DJ Klub Foot, The Five Discs, Chris & Cosey, Neubauten and Beethoven. Tony or Tony is making music you can dance to. Their next song, "New Toy," is coming out at the end of March. LaQuan Smith NYFW After Party @ Silver Linings (2/13/23)LaQuan Smith walks into the club. Young Paris is dancing around with a big smile on his face. A dapper-looking man introduces himself to you as “Food God." One table over is Teyana Taylor looking sharp as a tack, chilling with her crew. Diplo walks into the club with Eric Andre and Emily Ratajkowski. Eric and Emily start making out in the VIP section. You try a few times to get a good photo of them kissing but kissing is awkward so the photos look awkward, too. Also, taking photos of people kissing is an awkward thing to do. Whoops. Ice Spice walks into the club and gets established at a table next to Laquan Smith’s booth. Ice Spice gets on the table and does an impromptu performance. She slays. You peer to your left and dancing in the crowd is none other than Lil Nas X. He is super friendly and dressed like a fuzzy rainbow. This all might sound like a weird dream born out of picking celebrities' names out of a hat — but this wasn’t a dream. This was my night at the LaQuan Smith NYFW FW23 after party.Dion Lee NYFW After Party @ Boom Boom Room (2/10/23)Fashion is culture and, at the Dion Lee NYFW FW23 after party at Boom Boom Room, culture turned up. The party celebrated Dion’s newest collection, one undoubtedly worthy of praise, following an epic runway show earlier in the day. There was a surprise guest performance by Azealia Bank,s who hopped up onto the bar and sang to the room filled with an absolutely stoked crowd. Everyone had their phones out to record the performance and capture a glimpse of Azealia as she rocked the room. The fashion world was treated to a very special night and Dion Lee re-confirmed his spot as a fashionista cool-guy favorite — a shining light within the New York fashion scene.Acne Studios Loves Larry Stanton After Party @ The Hotel Chelsea (2/9/23)Sometimes fashion is bigger than what you wear. Acne Studios, in partnership with Visual AIDS, hosted an exclusive exhibition of work by Larry Stanton, followed by an after party to celebrate his memory and accomplishments. The event was a respectable ode to Larry Stanton, who died of AIDS in 1984. Despite the somber circumstances on which the event was predicated, the atmosphere of the event was cheery and optimistic, serving as a celebration of fashion, art and the community we have amongst one another. With slick fits and knits, stripes and a dash of elegant sleaze, the Acne Studios crowd pulled up looking undoubtedly stylish while carrying a creative, street-inspired edge. Cocktails and champagne were flowing and chatter echoed throughout the venue as fashion industry creatives and models intermingled within the multi-room event space at The Hotel Chelsea. R.I.P. Larry Stanton — may his memory be a blessing. Viktor & Rolf FLOWERBOMB Party @ Jeans (2/9/23)Fashionistas, iconic style, couture galore, and flowers, flowers, flowers. Viktor & Rolf’s FLOWERBOMB party celebrated Emily Ratajkowski as the face of the fragrance. EmRata showed up in style — wearing a chic outfit with her hair done up in a manner that Aphrodite herself might have been jealous of. Everyone pulled up dressed to impress, with outfits that had all the Ts crossed — attention to detail was not spared. Partygoers were treated to DJ sets by Mona Matsuoka and Bambii while dancing between the two floors of the event, with the occasional stop at one of V&R’s fragrance discovery stations. Bright, flashing, flower-filled video installations brought the whole party together to create an overall immersive FLOWERBOMB experience.The Lifionized: A "Grace" Release Party (2/4/23)NYC got treated to the often taken-for-granted luxury that is typically only seen in the suburban and rural parts of America: A classic rock and roll house show. The crowd was treated to performances by both The Life and Stella Rose and The Dead Language. Both bands ripped legendary original tracks worthy of becoming part of NYC lore. Curtis Everett Pawley of The Life hit the audience deep in the nostalgia gut, granting us a taste of throwback bliss while also carving a musical path into the future of what the genre of rock can be. Stella Rose’s vocals and stage presence are equally worthy of praise and her guitarist, Ben Arauz, is easily one of the best shredders in the scene, creating a genuinely heart-pounding experience. Related | Stella Rose Reveals Her 'Angel' SideAF94's Valentine's Dance (2/2/23)It’s not even Valentine’s day yet but with AF94, Halsey’s beauty brand, everyone is already celebrating love. This dance was straight out of a 1980s romantic comedy. Delicious small bites were passed around in excess and a table of treats, constantly refilled, gave all attendees something to feel sweet about. The evening had an absolutely wonderful guest list filled with beauty industry sweethearts and online style influencer heartthrobs. Balloons filled the ceiling and the open bar sported a generous menu of delicious concoctions. The analog photo booth was a big hit, sporting color photos printed via chemical processing, spitting out images of all the partygoers eager enough to brave the long line. The beauty crowd came through. A truly glamorous night. MegSuperstarPrincess' "F List" Party @ Studio 151 (1/31/23)Beloved downtown indie-sleaze grunge girl and major trendsetter MegSuperstarPrincess is the queen of the F List. She threw a release party for her new Film, titled F List, at Studio 151, a fun upstairs East Village venue known for its sushi nights and for having been the haunt for Rachel Rabbit White's iconic birthday party this past year. At Meg's F List party, the whole F list "celebrity" crew came through. The party was comprised of a solid crowd of people you may have heard of if you're into niche downtown club scene DJs, grifters, writers, fashionistas or the post-Dimes Square debutantes of tomorrow. https://www.papermag.com/fresh-pressed-model-actriz-2659362969.html

[heavens-bookshop]

They come to an abrupt stop as they reach the center of the field. It’s dark this far away from the main crowd, but Crowley’s snake eyes have no trouble discerning the ominous shape in front of them; crates and pallets and long wooden beams stacked high into a pyre. At the top is a rather garish figure constructed from papier-mache and sporting the sort of wide-brimmed hat that went out of fashion centuries ago.

An uneasy silence passes between the two of them.

“I suppose that’s the, erm, effigy,” says Aziraphale.

“Certainly looks that way.”

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In which Crowley and Aziraphale attend the local Bonfire Night celebrations, and Crowley relives some very unpleasant memories.

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A fic! The words slowly come back to me. This one is a prompt fill for @racketghost‘s 13 Days of Halloween - number 7, Bonfire.

Many thanks to my dear @mintly for beta reading this for me.

CW: descriptions of panic attacks, allusions to death by fire (nothing graphic)

[marisferasiop]

For @racketghost 13 days of halloween day 10:

Legends

"Did you really inspire the legend of the Loch Ness Monster?" Aziraphale asks dotingly, petting down the smooth scales of his beloved. Crowley had decided to stretch out and then coil up into a lovely armchair-sized pile of loops and- well. It was only a matter of time until the angel found himself sunk in the center of those coils bottom-firsr, three bottles deep and slurring. 

"Of courssse, angel. I had run off to Scotland to lay low for a while. And I jussss' decided, y'know, take a swim. And while I was out sssswimming one day someone ssscreamed and ssnapped a photo an', well... and here we are." 

"So you weren't even menacing anyone?" 

"Course not. I was trying to get away from the humanssss for a bit." 

"You silly serpent. You never could do much in the way of true evil, could you." 

"Nhhh," Crowley wheezed, tightening around Aziraphale as if he could squeeze the comments out and be done with them. 

"My good, kind, sweet demon. Being a nuisance is the worst you'd ever do." 

"Angel, ssstopppp," if snakes could blush Crowley's snakey cheeks would have matched his belly scales.

Aziraphale grinned and pressed on. "You deserve all the love I could possibly give, Crowley. You are the only being that could possibly." 

"Ffffuck." 

Aziraphale smirks into the dregs of his final glass of Bordeaux (because the bottles are all empty, not because he's done) and snorts out a soft little laugh. 

"I suppose that's one legend we can out to rest, then?" 

"Decsssidedly." Crowley flicks his tongue in the angel's ear and allows him to catch his snout and bring it closer for a kiss along the sensory pits. He can taste the wine and rather a lot of fondess (and a playful sort of  arousal undercutting it all) and thinks (for the millionth time since they because they) that the two of them are rather a pair of complete idiots. And life has been long and arduous and lonely, yes... but it has been fun enough lately to make up for it. 

Crowley smiles inside (his snake mouth can't quite do that but he lets the glee seep out and infect his angel, wrapped tight in his coils). "Have i told you about the American Man of New Orleans?" 

"Oh, do tell," Aziraphale grins, and uncorks another bottle.

[scienceismygirlfriend]

>8V!!!!!

@racketghost's 13 days of halloween day 4: POISON

[zerachin]

@racketghost made some halloween prompts and this was for the theme Bones: when you forget your decorative skeleton

[leviosally]

When you are trying to think of something witty to do for @racketghost ‘s 13 days of Halloween…and you also just rewatched The Mummy…and you have no self control 😆😝

I didn’t even plan to have this posted on ‘curses’ day, but I’ll take it!

[darkpurpledawn]

For @racketghost 's 13 days of Halloween, prompt "graveyard"

7:00

Agreed to take ‘graveyard shift’ at bookshop for the angel. Angel worried about unscrupulous collectors getting their covetous hands on his first quartos during his trip to Edinburgh. Probably third most adorable worry this year. Fourth, counting the badgers.

Promised to pull wriggling-maggots gambit on any would-be thieves, did not promise to refrain from eating leftover palmiers. Angel oddly concerned about ‘what the shop might get up to.’ Assured him working at night is nothing new, have a saying in Hell that ‘it’s always the graveyard shift somewhere.’ (Was inspiration for the signs about five o’clock, for which received award for Special Contributions in Intemperance.)

Angel left. Briefly brushed shoulders as he was putting on coat, i.e. life still unendurable disaster.

7:33

Should be preparing conference paper for annual Hell all-hands in Las Vegas, can’t be bothered. Intend to waste entire night watching tv humans make complicated desserts and posting misattributed Victorian quotations. Not going to ransack Aziraphale’s kitchen, doze off, or go looking in obscure cabinets.

8:15

Woke up as snake coiled around till amid palmier crumbs. Not good, not supposed to be sleeping. Weird dream in which dressed in white, waiting for a dog, angel had curly moustache. Moustache should not have been attractive, was. Bugger it all to Heaven. 

Made tea in the angel’s atrocious kitchen, caused eviction of mouse family when retrieving kettle, probably instigated fall of mouse civilization. Kettle one of those disgusting 1950s flower-patterned nightmares, of course. 

Checked email, heaps of bids for own illegal listings on eBay. Should be able to fulfill lust quota for month with posts selling purported toenails of celebrities. Played d*vil’s adv*cate on Twitter (not allowed to actually write that down or Office of Infernal Counsel will send a c&d for making overstated legal claims), started rumor that cauliflower is actually dehydrated human brains. 

Heard shuffling sound. Should probably go check for quarto thieves.

8:30

Could not find source of shuffles anywhere. Looked in back room, nothing unusual. All ten zillion throw pillows angel insists on burdening sofa with appear to be in place.

Have had too many thoughts about that sofa. Picked up nearest bottle and went to kitchen to drown idiocy in several teacups of whiskey.

9:00

Got bored, started poking around. Found mildew stain that appears to be accurate map of Antarctica. Considered eating preserves noticed in back of cabinet, but unable to verify that it was made subsequent to Charlemagne’s accession. Briefly entertained notion of reading a book, came to senses and scrolled through 15 articles on phone about dogs that look like famous dictators.

Continued papery-sounding noises in the background. Would not be shocked if angel has white noise machine designed to sound like someone rifling through dictionary pages.

10:00

Got bored-er. Attempted to clean grime from windows experimentally and lost nerve about ten seconds in. 

Peeked into bathroom on second floor (which have been unconditionally invited to use but have only entered once to vomit in after regrettable work event in fourth circle). Angel apparently hoarding soap from past three centuries, in least surprising development of modern age.

Washed hands to get rid of window gunk. Refrained heroically from sniffing any towels.

Heard whispering from downstairs. Neighbors? Cannot believe anyone is actually waiting around to steal first quartos from world’s unfriendliest-looking bookstore.

10:12

Finished whiskey. “Cauliflower Is Brains” trending on Twitter. Found own decades-old tie deep in sofa cushions, not that was examining these too closely.

10:50

In attempt to trace whispers, entered stacks. Began imagining scenarios in which unexpectedly holy book toppled and caused catastrophic injury. Do not want angel to return to smoldering pile of ex-demon on his unspeakably dusty floors. Also do not want to be smoldering pile of ex-demon, naturally.

Obtained gloves the angel uses for book repair from end table. Also took umbrella from its place hanging on hatstand and partially opened as defense against falling books. Probably looked like Edwardian wanker. 

Proceeded with stack-examining. Organization system unclear. Slightly alarmed by discovering volume of Galen with recent takeaway receipts seemingly serving as bookmarks for easy reference. May explain why angel still refers to all colds as ‘excesses of phlegm.’

Too difficult to navigate narrow shelves with umbrella. Abandoned umbrella, substituted trilby hat for protection from falling sacred texts. Have never looked more ridiculous, very much including all of 17th Century and that time had snakebite piercings and mullet with short fringe.

11:21

FUCKASPIDERCRAWLEDONMYHANDFUCK

11:24

Can never go back to Hell, spider might be waiting there. 

11:30

Well. That’s certainly interesting.

Section of one bookshelf protected by some kind of holy bond-of-secrecy-whatsit. Should have left alone. Could have broken it with hellfire, but am in most flammable location in known universe, decided that was terrible idea. Managed to undo holy bonds using profane combination of two parts own venom, one part hoarded soap spritzed through a salad mister.

So. 

The angel has about two hundred books and fifteen scrolls concerning how to summon and bind demons. Thought at first maybe was for professional development. Too many. Angel has copy of the Big One, the one that can force a demon to do whatever summoner requests. 

11:32

In fact, angel has all known copies.

Have only had it used twice before. Once some pissed aristocrat wanted to steal Love’s Labours Won, turned into whole thing. Second time group of students got very desperate trying to complete science fair project. Learned way too much about thermodynamics.

12:00

Theoretically should be extremely horrified that the angel has all extant copies of Big One and can summon and bind demons at any time. 

Feeling am experiencing is...not horror.

12:15

Relevant pages in the Big One crossed out in indelible ink, ‘absolutely not’ written in weird cursive angel was using four hundred years ago. Impossible to see incantation. 

Theorized why this might be throughout second bottle of whiskey. Enjoyed feelings of profound relief. Ignored feelings of vague disappointment.

Theory one: angel at one time planning to use Big One, decided not to. Reasonable theory, but does not explain why every copy is in this bookshop.

Theory two: angel bought every copy with the express intent of crossing out incantation so no one could completely control a demon ever again.

Unreasonable theory. 

Will never mention any of this unless perhaps world ends. Probably not even then. What would that really change?

[afhyer]

@racketghost’s 13 Days of Halloween: DAY 3: MIDNIGHT

The thing that follows you at midnight

[yamisnuffles]

Haunt Me

[quillyfied]

Aziraphale: One of these days, my dear, the humans are going to invent a more convenient mode of communication over long distances than this. I was in the middle of something. Crowley: Yeah...shame, that. Since you're here, drinks? Aziraphale: YOU are paying, since SOMEONE summoned me away from my coin purse.

(@racketghost 's 13 Days of Halloween Day Two, Conjuring! There's a story in the endnotes about this on the Thirteenth Night chapter, but the gist is: tried to make something more in line with the original Conjuring film, got too spooked to function, went for the easy out and decided to keep it bc Accidental Calvin and Hobbes homage. Anyway. More to come!!)

[musegnome]

Chapters: 1/13 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Horror, Psychological Horror, Angst, Aftermath of Violence, Established Relationship, Eventual Happy Ending, Mystery Elements, Folklore, Explicit Sexual Content, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens) Summary:

With scuffles and soft laughter, two sets of footsteps stumble out of the back room. They trip joyfully up the spiral stairs. They reach the top, and a door opens, briefly spilling out more warm light. A pause, a mutter, and a snap of fingers, and the lamps go out in the back room downstairs. The upstairs door closes.

The bookshop is left to the moonlight and the darkness.

  A story written for Racketghost's 2021 Halloween Prompts: moonlight, conjuring, midnight, poison, blood, curse, mask, transformation, nightmare, superstition, nostalgia, devil, and spirits.

Hello friends! I’m squeaking in under the 2021 wire with the first chapter of a horror-esque fic for @racketghost‘s 13 days of Halloween! (Halloween’s worth celebrating all year round, imho.) This first short chapter sets the scene. The title is from Oscar Wilde’s story “The Nightingale and the Rose,” which was an influence on this work. Mind the tags (which will be updated as the story unfolds) and please feel free to drop me a note if you have any questions on the warnings. Enjoy, and happy last day of 2021! 

[call-of-the-ocean]

Icarus and Apollo

My contribution to today's prompt for @racketghost ‘s 13 Days of Halloween! Today’s prompt was legends and I couldn’t resist combining two of my favorite things (Good Omens and greek myths)

[marisferasiop]

For @racketghost 13 days of halloween, days 12 and 13: magic and ritual

Yall i went full fuckin' sap on this one.

This day you get a twofer, because it's my mom's bday so I've been busy this weekend.

Magic and Ritual

"I've been hexed. Or ssssomething," Crowley huffs, dropping down onto the bench next to the angel.

Aziraphale is flicking peas at ducks and frowning. "Hexed? Can you be hexed?" He asks. 

Crowley shrugs, glaring out at the humans in the park milling around them like nothing world-changing at all is happening to one of the man-shaped beings on the bench. "Must be. Something's all...wrong." Christ, he can't even look at the angel now without aching between the ribs and between the legs. More than usual, anyway.

That's going to be a massive problem; they've only got each other, anymore. 

"How do you mean, dear?" Aziraphale turns to him fully, alarmed now. "Is it... your former employers?" He glances at the humans surrounding them and back to Crowley. 

"Nah. No. Not their style. This is more... insidiously quiet. I just feel. Off?" 

"Well if you'd tell me how you feel then perhaps I can help. Being vague is getting nowhere." Aziraphale straightens in his seat and waits. Crowley will take the bait. 

"Look, it's. Fuck. Can we go back to the shop? Or to mine?" He implores, looking sideways at the angel. To him, Aziraphale appears to glow incandescent, a thing of immeasurable happiness and desire and Crowley wants him so badly his teeth hurt. 

"Nnno. Nope. Nevermind. I'm-- ssssshit. I'm going." 

"Wait, what? Crow- now really!" Aziraphale exclaims, standing and trying to catch the demon by the sleeve. Crowley has never just up and bolted like that! Something must actually be the matter. He watches Crowley and his improbably flexible hips sashay quickly away and is left standing awkwardly by the bench, dumbfounded. He sits. 

Some time later (he tends to lose patches of time when having A Think) the angel gets up again and decides to walk to Crowley's flat to figure this out. It's a short walk from St James' anyway. 

On his walk he wrings his hands and ponders what could possibly be bothering Crowley so badly if Hell isn't involved. Heaven hasn't bothered Aziraphale since their trials after Armageddon, and he and Crowley check up on Adam often enough to know he is safe and still pretty normal, considering. 

Aziraphale can't deny that this connection vetween them has been... palpable, in increasing viscosity, since they formed their own side and started considering themselves more freelance-retired than anything else. 

Aziraphale knows he loves Crowley. He has never wanted to see him injured or in a bad way, always healing the demon when he needed it, or offering some free time when they were both feeling the burning ache of immortality in a passing, dying world. Crowley has always been more emotional, more empathic on that end than the angel, but he understand those feelings it all the same. 

This feeling isn't the way he feels about anything else, not even his favorite foods. 

So. Well. If Crowley believes that feeling this way means he's hexed then Aziraphale must be under the same magic spell. 

And there must be a ritual to shake it off, surely? 

But in the same breath he curses himself for the thought. Surely desiring to be out of the enchantment means that they don't want to feel this way any longer. Aziraphale loves loving Crowley. Sometimes it is bothersome, like when he want to sleep and Aziraphale wants to try a new restaurant, or when Crowley wants to go out and make some grand gesture but Aziraphale just got in a new crate of books to go thru. 

But damn it all, it works. They fit together so well it's absurd at times to think they were ever supposed to be enemies. 

Aziraphale rides the lift to Crowley's floor and lets himself in to the right side door on the small landing. There are two doors here, but Aziraphale has never seen the other flat's occupant. He wonders vaguely if there even is one, or of the demon's wide-open floorplan has expanded into the other flat so much that it has disappeared. 

He goes into Crowley's sitting room and stares blankly at the dark telly mounted on the wall. He goes into the empty kitchen and sees the remnants of a coffee abandoned on the counter, undrunk. There is a neat pile of shining-fresh apples nearby in a metal, snake-woven fruit bowl. He wonders how ling they have been there or if they will ever be eaten. He moves to the plant room and stares at them pushing out their best leaves for perusal. 

There is a faint sound from the bedroom. He follows it. 

Crowley is curled up in bed, his face pressed to the pillow. He doesn't seem too surprised to see that Aziraphale followed him home. 

"Hey, angel." 

"Hello, my dear. I think I have a solution for us." 

"For the hexing?" Crowley rolls over and sits up, looking adorably rumpled in a soft tee. His eyes are wide. The blankets pool on his lap and his hair, grown since Armageddon, curls fitfully around his ears. 

"I don't believe it's a bewitching. Only a... spell of sorts. Maybe the most ancient sort there is." 

Crowley's brow crinkles, his yellow eyes alight with curiosity and confusion. "Wot." 

"You see. God put the apple tree in the center of the garden so that the temptation was there the whole time. It was a test. Humanity failed. And I think we did, too." 

Crowley puzzles at this for a moment, and in that time Aziraphale only manages to think dear God we are both idiots. 

"My darling," he says softly, getting the demon's attention. He has never called Crowley that. Never crossed that line into sure affection. "We are one another's forbidden fruit. We are the temptation for the other." 

"I can't-- angel this feeling is taking over. I want you so badly. In every way. It's-- i can't ignore it anymore. It used to be difficult, but I managed it. But it's always been there  it's just...more, now." 

"I understand, my love. I think we have both been substantially stupid this whole time. I love you dearly, Crowley. That's the only enchantment we're under. It's the oldest sort of magic there is." 

Crowley gapes at him for a moment, twisting the blankets in his hands.

He looks briefly like he might cry. Aziraphale can't stand it. 

The angel tips forward, catching Crowley's jaw in his hands on both sides. He tips the demon up and kisses him soundly, swallowing the exhale of sheer relief when Crowley melts against him and wraps long, gangly arms around his waist. 

"Surely there's, ah. Some sort of ritual to be done?" Crowley breathes. "To fix this specific sort of ache? Y'know. Caused by the... the magic." He can't quite form the word love just now, but Aziraphale knows it's there. 

"Oh," Aziraphale sighs, lighting up with a mischevious grin. "Yes, I'm certain there is." 

He is tugged onto the bed. Clothes are vanished with another thought from one of them or the other. 

Two celestial beings create quite a bit of the oldest sort of magic and perform the best rituals. 

[scienceismygirlfriend]

is this an excuse to redraw my favorite tarot card? unabashedly yes.

happy day 1 of @racketghost's 13 days of halloween!

[yshirnastreasures]

My fill for the conjuring prompt for @racketghost ane the 13 days of Halloween event. Fun fact: i am terrible at perspective and could not get the symbols and lines in the circle right, so i erased them and I'll rely on you to imagine them 😂