#sheep writes

[agarafile]

Gem knows that saving the camel gives her no advantage in the game.

Actually, the camel is an active risk.

People go after what you value most, after all. Cleo thought she had done it, when she burned Gem's barn and watchtower. Jimmy used Lizzie to kill Joel and blew up The Car in a previous attempt.

Caring for things, caring for people... it made you vunerable. Made you weak.

Gem wasn't weak. Far from it.

But she still went out of her way to save the camel.

Gem's Camel, she wrote in the nametag. Not someone else's, not something she had to share. Hers.

The camel nuzzled her with its snout, almost as if it knew that if she didn't name it, it would die. Like it was grateful she claimed it for herself.

"You saved it?" Joel asked, when Gem guided the camel into her barn. Not outside, in the pen like the cows. Inside, where Gem herself lived "Of all things, you saved a camel?"

"I find camels delightful, Joel." she petted its neck, golden fur soft to her touch.

"I thought you would hate them. You know. After..." Joel trailed off, gesturing vaguely.

Gem understood what he was trying to say. She should hate them after Pearl, after the 2v1.

"Tango called it the Murder Camel 2.0." She offered instead.

"Of course he did." Joel rolled his eyes "Rumor has it you and Pearl rode together again."

"She got on my camel. Against my will, Joel." Gem scoffed "Not my fault she is obssessed with me."

Joel raised an eyebrow at her.

"And Pearl wasn't even the first one to ride the camel with me. It was Etho." Gem looked back at her camel and scratched behind its ears.

"Yeah, well. Camels are pretty much a you two thing, no?"

"Me and Pearl don't have a thing!"

"You might have to tell Pearl that, then." Joel teased, turning his head to the general direction of the Gs base, in the opposite side of the map "She seems awfully insistent on getting everyone on a camel and showing off to you."

Gem scowls and refuses to say anything back.

The thing is, its easy to look everyone in the eyes and proclaim she hates Pearl. So, so easy.

Especially because it is easier than admiting the truth. Saying she hates Pearl is easier than saying she misses her. That Gem still loves her, even after everything.

And isn't that just the worst? Loving someone down to red when they would throw all you thought you had when there are eyes on you?

Gem's camel shakes her hand off it, grunting. She hadn't realized it then, but her nails had been digging into its fur.

[sparklychaossheeppp]

A non-verbal/mute villain kidnapping a hero to teach them sign language because the villain wants to be able to monologe and be understood.

[sheepstiel]

so I wrote a tiny fic in which dean prepares cas for his date with nora in episode 9x06 with some intricate chapstick rituals. can't let your buddy kiss a girl with chapped lips, huh? It's basically 2.6k of unresolved sexual tension. just buddies helping each other out by staring at each other's lips. you can read it here :)

[oxavane]

Hiya! I'm Maat. I make art here.

I am planning on restarting my Patreon in the coming year 2025. We'll see how it all shakes out to be, but for the moment, here is a link to it: https://www.patreon.com/Oxavane

Prints: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/oxavane/ Process videos of my paintings: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-eaM1xkkcAWEtz5i-2w5Yg All my social media links are here: https://linktr.ee/oxavane

My Obey!Me MC is Addie. You can find her under the tag of the same name. Masa is my JJK OC.

Some more tags:

- all my art goes under #sheep draws

- my writing and headcanons go under #sheep writes

- asks and more ramblings are under #sheep talks

I’m leaving the mentioned tags at the bottom of this post so you can just navigate stuff from here (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Okay that's it for the pinned post. Love you, stay safe, stay tuned. All that good stuff.

[leon-swedfinqs]

Well, if yall recall, earlier this week I rambled about a Stardew Valley Good Omens AU. I have not talked about it much here, but that does not mean I haven't been doing this with it!

Ta da!! A fanfiction my partner and I are writing!!

I am releasing this chapter-by-chapter as we get stuff for it done -- I thought it would be more fun that way! (Especially if we stay consistent and form a full story haha, maybe....) At some point I will post doodles and other art things for this au. Stay tuned!!

In the mean time, feel free to shoot me asks about the story/world and the roles of the characters! (I am ITCHING to talk about this teehee)

[sheepishspirits]

Hi there so I lost my mind during the summer, wrote 15k of canon-divergent Gwen angst and then never posted it so here it is! I'm chipping away at it again since I have a whole plot laid out I'd love to get to.

It's about if Gwen's dad had actually shot her during their confrontation and Gwen coming to terms with who she is and how the stories of all the other versions of her end.

[leon-swedfinqs]

I emerge from my tumblr grave to promote and then disappear once again.

Do you like human aus or intense slow burns? Would you like to see Aziraphale and Crowley in different jobs than they are often associated with? Do you want to see a bunch of fluff, cute dates, and silly text conversations? Is the idea of the author using the story as an avenue to geek out about their interests through the characters? Then you should check out my new story Be My Muse!

Crowley has always been a solitary individual, opting to keep to himself. Letting people in only causes trouble in the end, as he has learned through his many years of life. The only way to keep yourself safe is by keeping your trust to yourself.

Crowley is also, at heart, an artistic individual. Whether it is through his first love of engineering, or through his new passion for graphics design, he loves to create and appreciate the creations around him.

When his desire to learn new ways to design and express himself forces himself to reach out to new people, he finds that letting someone in doesn't always lead to disaster. Instead, bringing people into your life and allowing them to love you can make life just a bit brighter.

All it took was an angel to prove it to him.

I also have a new entry to my collection of Good Omens Reverse AU stories with Umabel and Ashtaroth. The demon accidentally takes what isn’t his and has to pay the consequence.

On their usual Thursday evening movie nights, Ashtaroth (Demon Aziraphale) accidentally eats Umabel's (Angel Crowley) laced dessert. The angel is left to pick up the mess.

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3

[emivipers]

“I lied and said I was busy.

I was busy;

but not in a way most people understand.

I was busy taking deeper breaths.

I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.

I was busy calming a racing heart.

I was busy telling myself I am okay.

Sometimes, this is my busy -

and I will not apologize for it.”

- Brittin Oakman

- Artwork : Sivan.ka

[asleepysheep]

AS THE WORLD CRUMBLES AROUND US: a WIP Introduction

Genre: Fantasy

Features: Magic, curses, mages, royalty & politcs, identity, LGBTQ+ themes

Status: Drafting, early stages!

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Summary: Kei is content with his uneventful life in the Imperial Palace of Sarin. That is, until his brother, the crown prince Aki is cursed on his coronation day, even when magic is entirely banned from Sarin. While Kei sets out to find his brother's cure, he ends up on a cabin in the middle of the woods, where the two inhabitants, Geto and Cyan, seem like people who he can rely on. Until he finds outs they are mages. But is there more to them besides the magic Kei has come to fear?

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Introduction & Context: As The World Crumbles Around Us is my project that has been floating around my head for a looong time. It's all my favorite little things to write about that I will be working on this November for NaNoWriMo! ATWCAU is a fantasy story about learning about the world and finding yourself in it, and yet never losing who you were before. Everything in this post is very much a WIP and subject to change as I develop the story, as it’s still in its first draft!

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If you’d like to be added to a tag list for future writing updates/excerpts, please let me know! 

The tag I'll be using for this story is WIP: ATWCAU

[sheepmc]

Zhongli who just can't have enough of you

MDNI

Zhongli who eats you out while you sleep or fucking your thighs because how can he not

Zhongli who fucks you on every surface in the house claiming he wants you to make a mess on everything

Zhongli who uses his tail to hold you down and ruts into you harder

Zhongli who orders you to get off on his tail while he work

Zhongli who orders his slutty bratty cockwhore to play with yourself with the geo construct

Zhongli who manhandles you into a mean mating press while also giving your pussy a couple slaps for being so horny and wet for him

Zhongli who fucks his cum and eggs into you until you're mindless from pleasure

Zhongli who when riled up will fuck you until you're begging for forgiveness for riling him up

Zhongli who is only encouraged by your begging fucks you even harder, faster until you pass out only to be awaken by him still fucking your oversensitive body

Zhongli who cares for you after such an intense session together whispering sweet praises and words of love in your ear

Zhongli who prepares a bath and food for you to eat and recover even massaging your sore oversensitive body just don't mind him giving your pussy a few playful licks

Zhongli who makes sure you're well taken care of before drifting into the land of dreams with you embracing your body close to his

Zhongli who may or may not slip his cocks in your pussy in the middle of the night just to be even closer to you, to feel you and if you're up for it in the morning slow lazy cuddle fucking

@crystalflygeo @meimeimeirin @silentmoths @ainescribe @zhxngii @moraxsthrone

[agarafile]

When the session ends, Gem watches as her snail retreats back to her shell, no longer determined to kill her.

It makes sense, she thinks.

Gem still remembers wanting to kill and hurt, wanting to sink her teeth into the other players' skin and watch them bleed. And even more clearly, she remember the frustation she felt when she failed to do so.

Her snail must feel the same way, and now defaulted to sulking.

God, she is so cute! Gem is going to miss her deadly little face next session.

She kneels down next to her and lets a soft sigh escape.

"Yeah, yeah. I know the feeling, buddy..." she pats her shell "Take your time, let it all out."

Her snail doesn't try to give any response, still bundled up in her shell. Gem rolls her eyes, smiling. So stubborn, who did she even get it from?

Gem leaves her be, knows that sooner or later the snail will give in. The snail may be mad now, but if Gem knows herself, she probably won't stay mad forever.

Probably.

She tends to the wheat while she waits, one knee planted to the ground, until she feels a slimy touch on her ankle.

"Finally getting out of your shell, huh?" Gem looks down and frowns.

Looking at her was not her cute snail, with her orange shell and bright green eyes. Instead, the snail that touched her had light blue beady eyes, a brown shell and seemed to have hair.

" Did Pearl put you up to this?" Gem makes a face, clearly displeased with her visitor "Is she really making her own snail bother me now?"

Pearl's snail only tilted her body in response, eyes lightly hitting eachother from the movement.

Gem hated that she found that endearing.

"Go back to your player. I have enough problems to deal with and I'm not looking foward to add babysitting to the list."

She tried to go back to the wheat, she really did. But Pearl's snail nuzzled onto her leg and bumped her shell against her ankle. Gem looked back to her and the snail's eyes seemed to shine for her.

Sighing, she turned to the snail and sat cross-legged in front of her. Pearl's snail let out a excited sound and hopped into Gem's lap, nuzzling once she settled herself.

" This is a bad idea." Gem says, but lets the snail stay and after a moment, brings her hand to stroke her shell "You're not supposed to be here. Or like me. She betrayed me, you know? You should treat me like that, too."

The snail only anwer is to munch lightly on the side of Gem's thumb where it is resting on her own thigh, not at all aiming to hurt. It is such a dumb, senseless gesture. Gem feels like a dagger was just carved into her back and feels t twist, makes her get misty-eyed.

She stops looking down at Pearl's snail, it's become too much. Instead, she tries to look at her own snail but finds she is nowhere to be found.

Gem can only hope she isn't crawling into Pearl's lap.

[sparklychaossheeppp]

"Villain monologue" but it's actually just the villain info dumping.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[canisalbus]

Yeah sorry I drew this.

Hope you feel better soon ♡

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[ephie-om]

Sheep MC has taken over my brain lately. What do you mean there's an otome game where you live with the most powerful demons that have ever existed and also you're an adorable tiny fluffy pink sheep. You make them carry you everywhere and put you in a high chair at the dinner table because their prince told them they had to be nice to you. That's fucking hilarious.

[leon-swedfinqs]

Beautiful Eyes , Shielded and Guarded

Warnings: mentions of arachnids (nothing crazy happens here)

On a mission, Aziraphale finally gets to see what his travel partner has been hiding behind those glasses.

"Okay, so based on this request, there is a, uhhh....'A grand treasure of immense value that has been in my family for thousands of years. It is stored in a guarded vault hidden in the back of the Craven Mountain range's tunnel system'," Crowley read aloud as he held the paper slip close to his face. "Oh, there's a P.S. written at the bottom. 'P.S. There are a lot of arachnid monsters living in the cave. They are harmless'. Harmless my ass," he scoffed.

The two were currently standing at the entrance to said cave system, its opening a gaping hole surrounded by moss-covered stalagmites. It had taken them a day to travel up the mountain from the village they have claimed as their 'homebase', and this request was one of their first direct orders under their new "adventurers for hire" shtick. The request offered a reward of up to two hundred gold pieces each for the safe return of the familial relic. However, there was the footnote of 10 gp removal for every dent and scratch they found on the item (whether or not they made the marks or not).

"Oh my..." Aziraphale hummed as he looked down the cave. "I was expecting this to be lit, considering that historically this cave system was used for mining minerals. I didn't bring any torches, we'll both get lost," he sighed. "N-no matter! I can just lead the way, my halos should emit enough light for us to navigate with no issue."

Crowley rolled his eyes as Aziraphale started to march forward, pretending that he was a beacon. Either he didn't get enough sleep last night and his encyclopedic knowledge wasn't catching up to him, or the cleric simply forgot that he A: has a sword that just seems to catch on fire randomly, and B: he's traveling with a tiefling that has dark vision. For now, he will indulge in this idiocy until his patience runs out and he decides to run forward and find the relic so they can earn their money.

That patience lasted a total of...15 minutes, give or take. The cleric's halos only emitted enough light that the human could see roughly 5 or so feet in front of him, and even then it wasn't a very clear view. The poor bastard kept knocking his feet against rocks or would get incredibly close to walls before eventually turning to a new direction. Honestly? It was downright a bit pathetic, and Crowley was getting a bit tired of his stubbornness.

"Alright, we are going to be here forever," Crowley huffed as he picked up the pace. He easily breezed past Aziraphale, his tail lightly flicking against the cleric's calf. Aziraphale immediately stopped and blinked in surprise.

"Wh-Crowley! Are you crazy? It is dreadfully unsafe to walk into a cave system you can't easily assess! You, you can get lost, or hurt! Or worse!" Aziraphale balked. Crowley snickered as he turned on his heel to face the man.

"Dark vision," he smirked as he tapped his sunglasses. "Tiefling and all. Remember?"

"I-uh-"

Crowley turned on his heel again, shoving one hand in his pants pocket, and the other he used to wave back at the human. "You go ahead though, 'light your heavenly way' and all that, angel. I'll see you there."

"Crowley! Wait!" Aziraphale called out into the darkness, left with only the echoes of the footsteps from the rogue's boots.

Wandering through the cave after that, for Aziraphale, was a bit of a struggle. Every few seconds he would glance over his shoulder, occasionally checking to see if Crowley was somehow behind him again, or was simply waiting for him around a corner and would say something along the lines of: "Oops! My bad angel! I know we have to stick together, it's safer that way, considering there are supposed to be monsters in these caves. Don't want either of us getting dreadfully hurt!". The logical side of the human, however, knew that this wasn't the case, and that he was going to be alone for the time being.

Multiple times, Aziraphale considered giving in and pulling out his sword to act as a torch. However, after the previous mission, he still felt apprehensive to even touch the damn thing, so he kept refusing those thoughts and continued to march forward with manufactured motivation. He studied the map of these caves multiple times the night before in their camp -- due to the fact that these used to be utilized for mining purposes, all of the tunnels eventually convened in the same location so that the workers wouldn't get lost in the maze and accidentally die (from a multitude of different causes).

Just the sudden change in the sound of his footsteps bouncing off the cavernous walls alerted Aziraphale that he had stumbled into central cavern, though something else shifted as he entered—although it was luckily subtle, his nose twinged with the unpleasant scent of dust and ammonia. He coughed back a gag.

Aziraphale instinctively went to turn away, though he paused as a soft glint in the darkness caught his eye. Something just a few feet in front of him had managed to catch the light of his halo and twinkled back. The cleric approached and reached down to retrieve a small silver platter that appeared surprisingly immaculate for the state of the surroundings. No scratches or dings, and strangely it seemed bare of dust. Regardless, Aziraphale smiled as he slipped it into his pack.

Now further into the room, more items seemed to shine back at him in the dark. Aziraphale happily retrieved each like a mouse following a crumb trail. More and more potential money lined his pockets as he found tiaras and vases and candlesticks, all pristine and beautiful. Each piece seemed incredibly sophisticated, though as Aziraphale picked up the latest trinket, he paused. They appeared to be dark and glittering. Onyx stones? No no, as he bent down and got a closer look, he’d instead found a pair of dark spectacles.

Familiar dark spectacles at that.

Aziraphale frowned as he gently picked up the glasses and turned them over in his hand. The shields on the sides, the small silver jewels at the hinges — these were definitely Crowley’s glasses. Folding them carefully, Aziraphale pressed the glasses close to his chest to protect them as he continued to creep forward. If his glasses were haphazardly discarded like this, then the tiefling must be in this room somewhere.

As the cleric carefully stepped through the cavern, the light brought his attention to a strange silhouette a few feet away, seemingly dangling from the ceiling. His mind echoed Crowley’s words from earlier about the “large arachnid monsters” that lurked within the caves, which he was (thankfully) yet to encounter on this endeavor.

Aziraphale instinctively moved to touch the hilt of his sword, though before he retrieved it from his sheath, his fingers clenched and relaxed. After everything, he was still making a conscious effort to avoid using any kind of physical attacks to handle situations, especially those learned back at his home. Not to mention, if he had been cursed to bear the scar of magic, he would follow Ecliel’s divine plan, all the same and only use his blade as a last resort. Not to mention, if there were truly ammonia dowsing, the cave it may be unwise to light a spark lest he char himself. Still, he needed to examine the silhouette and hesitantly he approached with light steps and silent breaths.

Aziraphale prepared himself mentally to be face-to-face with a terrifying creature. Instead he found himself face to, well, upside down face with his dark-sighted travel companion.

Crowley was strung up in layers of enlarged gossamer, such that only his head from the chin up was exposed, and the rest of his body was strung up securely. His face looked red, no doubt from all the blood rushing downwards in his flipped position. Surprisingly, through all of this, he seem to have found some tranquility—enough to sleep, though his expression was slightly pinched.

As Aziraphale leaned in a bit to investigate and make sure he was unharmed, the dreadful snake let out a loud snore and blew air directly into his face.

Aziraphale rapidly blinked as he was caught off guard. “Oh for goodness sake…”

He seemed fine.

With a huff, the cleric leaned back and lightly slapped Crowley’s face. When the first slap didn’t work he reeled back and slapped a little bit harder. This caused the tiefling to sputter and cough as his eyes flew open and his body jerked, causing him to lightly swing back and forth.

“Gah! Fucking—ow!”

Aziraphale had prepared some kind of snarky quip, maybe something along the lines of “good morning” or “so how did running off on your own go?” But before the words could pass his lips, his entire train of thought seemed to come to a screeching halt.

In the dim space between them, only illuminated by his dual halos, Crowley’s face was illuminated and unobstructed by his usual obsidian shades. He did admittedly find his new companion quite intriguing when they first met and saw that Crowley adamantly refused to take off his sunglasses at all times, but now that Aziraphale saw what his behind the lenses, he was frankly, well…

Enamored.

He was met with the most brilliant yellow eyes that glistened like gems, specks of orange and brown hidden within the iris. The pupils were slits, which curiously made the nickname ‘snake’ that Aziraphale would call Crowley in his head very fitting. They were incredibly unique and downright beautiful. Why would Crowley ever want to hide these?

“Ngk-Ecliel Aziraphale, I can’t fuckin-do you mind??” Crowley hissed as he squinted and tried to swing backwards away. “Can’t you turn those goddamn things down???”

Aziraphale blinked and stepped back, his face turning a bit red in embarrassment. It seemed as if the light emitting from the halos had become brighter as he stared.

“Ah, um…” Aziraphale cleared his throat. “Shall I get you down from there?”