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self-written-god · 7 months
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T/M | 702 | f/nb human/angel | fantasy, horror elements i guess | continuation of 'curse', tentacles
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Everything smelled of lavender, making her nauseous. She hated lavender. But she was dreaming, so she probably could change it, somehow. She tried thinking very hard about chocolate. Nothing happened. 
It’s an amalgamation of both her and Abe’s apartments. She’s looking for chocolate cake, so she steps into the kitchen. Abe is there, already cutting the brownies.
“Hi,” they say softly, hesitant. 
“Hey,” she answers, waddling through the fogginess of a dream. When she’s offered the cake, she bites in and some clarity comes over her senses.
“You said you’ll come," she says out loud to make the memory more tangible. Abe nods. 
“I don’t like invading your brain like that, but it’s the only way I can show you.”
They eye each other, Jade munching on her cake. She swallows.
“Well?”
Abe sighs, resigned.
Their skin peels off, strings of flesh forming the shape of feathers. Their whole body unravels, weaving itself back into a fleshy creature of uncountable wings, eyes and tendrils. 
Jade's eyes can’t wrap around the depth of the image in front of her, so she closes them, lights throbbing behind her eyelids. 
“This is me,” says Abe’s voice, echoing from everywhere around her.
“Is this what you were so scared of?” she asks, the sight still imprinted in her brain. “You look… right.”
“Did you not like the blond hair?” they ask, covering their nerves with amusement.
“Course I did,” she scoffs, opening her eyes again. It was easier to look already, and it probably would be with each time. “But this is more you.” She bites her lip, wiping away everything she thought about life up to this moment. “What happens now?”
“Nothing.” Abe shrugs with a soft movement of their feathers. “I’ll leave you alone, I just wanted-”
“Oh, don’t,” she rolls her eyes. “You’ve always been a drama queen. Just come here.” She spreads her arms and, albeit with a lot of hesitance, she gets a bundle of warm threads of life to embrace. After a moment, tendrils snake around her middle to hug her back.
“But we can’t kiss," Abe reminds her, almost whining. "If we do, I turn, and who knows what’ll happen to you.”
“You said melted eyeballs," she recalls.
“At the least.”
For a moment, she’s completely quiet. 
"What about other people?" she asks eventually.
"Only you will see me like this. For other people, I'll stay Abe, the local barista."
"That’s stupid," she frowns. 
"That's GOD for you," they shrug.
They stay quiet, just embracing each other and softly swaying to a song in their heads.
“Do I even need eyeballs?” she asks eventually.
“Baby…”
“What if we like… scoop them out?” 
“Lil, what the fuck?” They try to lean away from the hug, eyes moving to better see her, check if she's being serious, but she keeps holding them close. 
“I'm just considering our options!” she defends. “Can we kiss, like, here?”
“I don’t know, and I don't want to risk it.”
She hums in thought.
“But you're already in this form, so…”
“Not risking it, still.”
She huffs.
“What about sex?”
The tendrils around her flexed.
“Well, it’s safe, apparently. We can keep doing it.”
“Damn, GOD is perverted.”
Abe snorts. 
“But no, I mean here. In this form.”
Abe goes still, the tendrils around her tightening minutely.
“You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I am. What were you thinking, showing me tentacle porn?” she teases, and if the angel in front of her could blush, they would.
“Well…”
“Were you thinking about fucking me with all these?” she asks, caressing the tendrils that composed Abe, from wings to makeshift appendages to holding up the countless fiery eyes. “Would you let my eyes melt just to use me like this?” she follows, her eyebrows quirking teasingly. Abe squirms in her hold.
“No, of course not!” they protest, but her hold only tightens. 
"Just play along, baby. Ugh, this is the part when I would grab your pussy if I knew where to look."
Abe chokes out a startled laugh. 
“Oh, you’re serious about this.”
“How about you reach down and see for yourself?’
Abe does and then proceeds to show her all the fun parts of their true form. 
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yourangle-yuordevil · 4 months
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That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus
VS.
Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times
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snek-eyes · 8 months
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Can we go back to this for a sec? To Aziraphale having to explain the concept of being in love to the other angels? Because I cannot imagine what a trip it has to be, falling in love with someone when that is literally not something you are supposed to be able to do. When it is something you barely understand. When the object of whatever this is isn't supposed to be able to feel this way either, except as time goes on you start to realize it's happening to him too. And neither of you can actually talk to each other about it.
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notherpuppet · 8 days
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Let’s Dance
Part 3/12
Part 2 | Part 4
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triona-tribblescore · 1 month
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I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu
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zoe-oneesama · 2 months
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A first look at the final designs for The Agrestes and Dupain-Chengs for my Angelic Layer AU! It's a special challenge to make some of the more...cartoonish? adults fit the CLAMP art style, so, look forward to that!
Ko-fi | Patreon
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drulalovescas · 3 months
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THE FUNNIEST THING ABOUT ANGEL OF THE LORD CASTIEL GOTTA BE HOW HE TOUCHES DEAN WHEN HEALING HIM (EVEN THOUGH HE REALLY DOESN'T HAVE TO) WHILE NOT TOUCHING ANYONE ELSE
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loopyart · 3 months
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Angel and his two favorite boys 🕷️🎲🐽✨
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matt-w-blogging · 1 year
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Broke: Good Omens isn't a gay love story because Crowley and Aziraphale aren't in love
Woke: Good Omens is a gay love story because Crowley and Aziraphale are in love
Bespoke: Whether Good Omens is a gay love story or not is debatable; it is, however, undeniably a story of the love between Crowley and Aziraphale (whatever type of love that may be)
Neil Gaiman: Good Omens isn't a gay love story because while Crowley and Aziraphale are in love, they are not human males, they are an angel and a demon
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spacebubblehomebase · 27 days
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"A New Day Will Dawn."
-Said some guy named Luke probably.
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Welcome to my #HHStargazersAU! Stay Tuned~♡? -Bubbly💙
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circuscrypt1d · 1 month
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that one tiktok thing maybe im late idk
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notherpuppet · 11 days
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Let’s Dance
Part 2/12
Part 1 | Part 3
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harvocel · 10 months
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trigun stampede is a good show
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shitpost-factory · 3 months
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Ineffability is just some bullshit God came up with to hide the fact that Their plans are stupid
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solargeist · 3 months
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What scares me the most, is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it ?
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loopyart · 3 months
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The boys ✨🕸️🎲
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