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artxssa · 9 months
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dropping this WIP in between crying breaks
breaking your own heart with your OWN ART is a different level of pain
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lejoursobre · 8 months
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Global warming is wild isn't it? I mean? Warm and salty raindrops 24/7? specifically in Soho???
(I physically can't draw angst sorry I did my best here)
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lorehappy83 · 2 months
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"Grant me your wrath, my dear. For I've become unworthy of your forgiveness"
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orayart · 6 months
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ineffable husbands + "we"
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lvndrlondonfog · 2 months
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More oopsie omens???? 👀👀
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He’s handling things well
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Everyone should read oopsie omens (@asleepyy) PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE this au has absolutely murdered me and every update things only get worse (read: better)
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somewhere-in-wales · 3 months
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You know what I was just thinking about? That feeling when you fall hard for someone you can't have.
And every time you see them your heart jumps. You drop EVERYTHING for a chance to spend time with them. Hearing from them lights you up, and your life can be divided between the time you get to spend with them and the time spent waiting to be with them again.
That agonising, heartbreaking, soul-crushing feeling of having fallen so deep that you can't see a way out, and you don't even want to.
Now imagine that going on for hundreds of years.
And then, when it finally looks like there might be a way out, together, it gets ripped away.
I was just thinking about that.
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nightgoodomens · 5 months
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I can’t imagine Crowley being cruel to Aziraphale but I can imagine him putting a wall between them to protect himself. No touching, no dates, no bickering.
Imagine Aziraphale joking and seeing Crowley not reacting.
Imagine Aziraphale trying to touch him and Crowley moving away.
Imagine Aziraphale trying to invite him out and Crowley saying no.
Imagine having your other half. You’re so used to them. And suddenly it’s empty where they usually are. Worse, because they are there, but like they don’t know you. There are worse things than The Book of Life.
Aziraphale doesn’t know how to function without him anymore and suddenly he has to.
Imagine Aziraphale hearing from Crowley that he was right, Crowley is a demon, just like them, and it will never change. Aziraphale not understanding what he’s talking about and Crowley telling him to stop.
If he’s always going to not be enough then let him go. Stop taking when you don’t want all of him. Stop taking if you need to excuse every moment together. Stop taking if he’s a sin. Stop taking if he’s not good enough.
Stop taking if you will always remind him at the end that he’s less than you.
The Angel you loved is gone.
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hikarry · 5 months
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I say Crowley became paranoid after season 1 for two reasons and two reasons only:
He has had a taste of what losing Aziraphale feels like and it destroyed him to the point of "Fuck Armageddon. I'm gonna drink myself to oblivion and wait for the end of the world to take me" (smells like low-key suicidal behavior to me but alas) and he doesn't want to feel that way again
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He saw with his own two eyes how eager Gabriel (and Heaven in general) was to destroy Aziraphale and how stupidly happy that idea made him.
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He can't live without Aziraphale
He would rather be destroyed with the rest of the world instead of fighting to save it like it was HIS original plan because he thought Aziraphale was dead
Crowley knows their body switching stunt worked but he has anxiety. His mind will keep feeding him with questions like "For how long will they believe it without further investigation?/will they actually leave us alone before coming for Aziraphale again?"
His paranoia is the reason why he got so upset over Aziraphale wanting to shelter and help Gabriel
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After all these years of being afraid Heaven would come and take Aziraphale away from him, now the angel wants to help the guy that tried to kill him and that very conveniently claims to be amenisiac? I don't know about you but I wouldn't believe Gabriel/Jim easily either
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The worst part is: his paranoia was correct. Heaven did come and took Aziraphale away from him but in such a twisted way the angel chose to go instead of being forced to
He has had this fear since Armageddidnt. He has tried to keep his peaceful existence with Aziraphale by any means necessary just to watch his fears play in front of him in the most cruel way possible
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densewentz · 10 months
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i want the Crowley was Lucifer theory to be correct if only because the idea of Aziraphale snootily demanding the Morningstar do a Forgive-Me Dance to appease him is just. its just too fucking much.
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artxssa · 9 months
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"Oh Crowley... nothing lasts forever."
omg it´s done
I did it UNHOLY SHIT this took me a week also it´s my first time painting in this art style so pls be nice :>
speedpaint can be found on Instagram (@/artxssa)
creating this hurt on so many levels oml
dedicated to the one and only @neil-gaiman
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sentientsky · 5 months
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...comedy. right, okay, so we're just saying things now??
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actual-changeling · 6 months
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do you think crowley ever stopped time simply to look at aziraphale's face for a little while longer? to commit it to memory because it's all he has?
do you think it was perfectly harmless, like those handful of stolen minutes that one evening in the bookshop when he had taken off his vest and laughed with enough joy to make the room glow? or one early morning in the park when the sunlight hit his cheekbones just so and crowley wanted the world to be nothing but golden and blue angel for a little bit longer?
do you think it became more desperate after the apocalypse-that-wasn't? time stopped out of fear, to check a room again and again, to frantically try and remember every freckle and lock of hair just in case something was going to happen to him, to them?
(just in case just in case just in case)
do you think at one point, drunk and half-stuck in his nightmares, crowley sat on the bookshop's floor in the middle of the night after having stopped time the second he snapped awake in his flat? aziraphale was completely unaware of his presence and curled up in his armchair with a good book, but crowley pressed his knees to his chest and looked at him without blinking for what might have been hours as well as days.
time frozen at his bidding, listening to the voice of the being who had once been the starmaker, and when he allowed it to keep moving (back in bed, awake, staring at the ceiling) the world exhaled a breath no one knew it had been holding.
do you think he stopped it right after the kiss?
it was instinct, he hadn't meant to, but crowley knew exactly which words were about to leave his mouth, and every cell in his body had rebelled. his heart had already been broken, yes, but when he sank to the floor in a familiar spot and looked up at him, he could pretend everything was fine.
just for a little bit. he deserves that much, right?
crowley took off his glasses and rested his chin on his arms, knees drawn up against his chest like they are wont to be, and tried to imagine what his life was going to be like once he pressed play.
do you think he was tempted to simply let it be? to freeze everything for as long as he could manage and die and turn to dust once all his power had run out?
i love you he said like so many times before, always into frozen silence. three words, every single time, nothing else.
i love you.
crowley knew he had to let it- him go eventually, but where's the harm in living in the moment for a little while longer? so he sat and watched, unmoving and unblinking, and wished he could turn back time instead of stopping it.
then again, (i love you, he whispers, right before he let's him go), he wasn't sure if he would want to reverse any of this. it was worth it, all of it, even if it ended like this.
crowley never liked tragedies—maybe because he knew he had been living in one all along.
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lineffability · 6 months
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but what if the "you don't dance" comment in s2ep6 was a direct callback to 1941 when everything was going so romantically and they were back in the bookshop and making eyes at each other and put on music and nightingale started playing and Crowley braver than ever in his life asked Aziraphale to dance, maybe even bowing down cheekily and offering an arm, and first Aziraphale takes it delightedly and gets up but then falters and gets scared and draws back and lies "I'm an angel, I don't dance" and then everything gets angsty and the sentence sticks in Crowley's mind like tar and feathers and he believes it, he believes him, angels don't dance, (angels don't consort with demons either, we can never truly be together, even if we both want it) and he takes it to heart and that's why Aziraphale asking him to dance is almost earthshattering in its overt symbolism, it's Aziraphale saying "I'm ready to dance with you now" but all Crowley can do is stand flabbergasted and say "you don't dance" because angels don't dance, you don't dance, because he remembers what Aziraphale said and what he did not say in the silence between..... they did not dance in 1941 and then in the present they dance at last but it isn't quite right is it because can't Aziraphale see the threat?? and can't Crowley stop saying such distracting things about demons and attacks?? what if the dance comes too late?what if angels finally DO dance, what if Aziraphale WANTS to dance, and Crowley too, but there's no nightingale's song anymore to dance to???? what then??????
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pommegrantaire · 8 months
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Tell me, tell me you'll meet me Tell me, tell me you'll keep me
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fakemichaelsheen · 11 months
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aziraphale: *smiling*
crowley: what are you looking so pleased about?
aziraphale: oh nothing. love is in the air, that’s all. I’m surprised you can’t feel it *shudders* oh, it’s wonderful.
crowley, suddenly tense: nope, no idea what you’re on about.
aziraphale, pleased with himself: the humans. I…may have given them a little push in the right direction.
crowley, raises an eyebrow: you?
aziraphale, offended: and why not? I’ll have you know, I’m well versed when it comes to matters of the heart. I’m an angel, it’s what we do.
-earlier-
aziraphale, cautious: are you sure that’s wise? You must keep her at a distance!
maggie, chuckling: it’s just coffee, mr. fell.
aziraphale, rolls his eyes: oh yes that’s where it starts! coffee, an apple, and before you know it, you’re facing a terrifying situation where one wrong move means you could lose the one being who means more to you than anything else!
maggie: whoa *grins* who’s the lucky fella?
aziraphale: …
-present-
crowley: pffft. what a load of rubbish.
aziraphale, smug: oh and what would you know of love?
crowley: …
-earlier-
crowley, outraged: are you mad? what would you want to be in love for? love is overrated! those annoying butterflies when he does something stupid. that pathetic staring when he says something ridiculous. the fact you’ll do anything for him, he doesn’t even have to ask. the things you’ve done, the things you’ll do. who wants to feel like that all the time?
nina: um…who are you again?
-present-
crowley: …
crowley: nothing. I’m just saying you’re wasting your time, that’s all.
aziraphale, beaming: how can you say that? look at them!
crowley: *watches nina give maggie a bunch of flowers*
aziraphale: I’m so happy for them, crowley. they’ve been dancing around each other for weeks. oh, it’s a tremendous feeling, having brought two people together.
crowley, sighs: I guess.
aziraphale, glances at him: you don’t think it’s possible? that two people, seemingly from different worlds, could ever make it work? you’re not…the least bit happy for them?
crowley, shrugs: whatever
aziraphale, nods: yes, of course. whatever, indeed.
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