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fuckyeahgoodomens · 9 months
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Crowley using a crank handle to operate the universe ❤
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no-paperwork · 4 months
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I was thinking about
Crowley's crank handle
That crank is with him since before the beginning (but.. a material object in Heaven? Or maybe it isn't?) and the Starmaker use that to operate the universe
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evidently it was always with him, we see it again when the Bentley is destroyed by M25 fire, he collects it from the ground after he's "having a moment here!"i
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and with that he restarts the time when they return to the present with Adam to face Satan.
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We can't consider it as Aziraphale's flaming sword, because God gives the sword to Aziraphale, but the crank cannot have been given by God, because Crowley didn't lose it in the fall.
Will we see it again?
What is its origin?
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alienoresimagines · 8 days
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*Before the Műnster mission*
Crank : Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with war crimes?
Bucky : Stop romanticizing the past.
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pumpkin-bread · 1 year
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You are Plagueborn. From an ancient clan, fiercely devout to the Pestilent Mother.
Your upbringing was harsh, and you grew harsher to withstand it. Your siblings, who you first sparred with for play, you then fought tooth and nail for scraps of food. You fought your rivals, you fought your parents.
You clawed your way to the head of the clan, and chose a strong mate. You raised children just as strong and callous as you, accepting no other.
You fought off challenger after challenger, and against the odds, lived to be an elder, respected by your devoted clan and held in high honor.
Until, one day, you finally stumbled.
Your strength was bound to wane eventually. You were getting old, as far as leaders go. It was only a matter of time until something got you.
Illness finally taking hold in your system, a challenger's stamina overcoming your decades of experience in battle, or your own child betraying you in your sleep, knowing they couldn't win a fair fight.
It doesn't matter. You've been bested, and as you abandoned the weak, so does your clan abandon you.
You are left for dead there on the moist, reeking soil, and your family and followers are no more. The clan moves on without a second look, strengthened by your absence.
You accept your fate, for there is nothing else to do.
You lived a proud life as the Plaguebringer's most devout, and now you will die and become one with the damp earth, nourishing her and future generations.
You shut your eyes, and try to find peace with that thought.
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honestly wally is stronger than atlas. if i had to constantly calibrate to the nature of my reality w/ full consciousness i would simply lose my fucking mind
#like babies dont Think while they learn how to exist#imagine straight up spawning fully aware and then everyone else is up to speed but youre standing there like#🧍‍♂️uh. hello. what is everything. what is this. huh????#LIKE???? i feel so bad for him. dude got dropped right into the middle of the ocean and was told 'learn to swim'#and hes trying. but he doesnt know what drowning is so he cant sink either#i mean i get it at least a little bit! its the Autism Experience but w/ him the dial is cranked up to a thousand#you dont know what you dont know but life goes on like you should. fuck#wally i am mentally beaming you a thousand apples grown in the shape of hearts#i believe in you dude you'll figure it out#well. im probably beaming apples into the past if the time discrepancy is real but yk yk#cause if it is then Current Wally probably has a solid handle on things. from a basic standpoint#in a wider lens i am led to believe that he is Scrabbling#is this speculation???#i think it counts.#wh speculation#homebogging#whenever i think about the tidbits we know - ex: wally learning about differences in size#internally i start howling. wally is just constantly dealing with things that would drive a person insane if they had to live it#how is he not Exhausted... it's all so much for someone who knows whats going on let alone someone scrambling to catch up#at least the other neighbors dont have to deal with memorizing physics and skills and behavior#and just Literally Everything That Comes With Being Alive#wally is a blank slate left to write itself.#ough. damn. fuck. i think i need to go stare into the woods for a bit...
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Where we left off: Shax, newly anointed Duchess of Hell, jumpscared our hero in his bentley….
…. and apparently, she wants to bribe me with liquor-filled chocolates to come back to Hell. I’m not going back, but first I puncture the chocolates with a pen to drink all the liquor. Oh, and did I mention I’m small? (the puncturing and drinking thingie wouldn’t work too well if I was my usual size).
“Stop deluding yourself, Crowley. Deep inside, you already know that Aziraphale left for one reason only. You are a demon and you will never be good enough for him.” Shax tilts her head to the side in one of those familiar bird-demon gestures and watches me intently with one eye.  “How does that make you feel, Crowley? Hurt? Angry? Will you let an angel treat you this way? Break you and cast you away like a used toy?”
I clench the pen and ram into the next piece of chocolate like a tiny lance. This is ridiculous. She doesn’t know the least thing about my angel. However delusional Aziraphale may be for believing he can make a difference in Heaven, deep down his intentions are good. He never wanted to hurt me.
“You gave up everything just to be with him, and you’ve risked everything, even your own destruction. And at the first grasp of power – he’s gone!”
No. No, no, no, no! This isn’t about power. Aziraphale doesn’t care about power at all. He wants to change the system from within. He wants to turn Heaven into the place of light, he always believed it’s meant to be.
But in this belief, there’s no place for a demon. There would have been a place for the angel I was, but I can no longer be that angel.
Shax’ eyes glitter. “I’m not offering you a job, Crowley, I’m offering you a chance at revenge. Rise from the ashes and use that burning fury inside you against the one who wronged you. Unite with me and strike him down on the battlefield in the Great War to come.”
Revenge? Burning fury? I almost choke on the burning whiskey running down my throat. Course, I understand where this is going, she wants to me to direct my anger against Aziraphale. She wants me to become the big bad demon in shiny black armour raining fire and destruction in his unquenchable thirst for vengeance.
Bloody Heaven, I can almost picture this. Aziraphale and me having a face-off in the midst of battle. He’s probably wearing something silvery-white and carrying – I don’t know – some flaming sword or lancea-longini-spear-of-destiny-thingie. And then we’d look into each other’s eyes and stab each other very dramatically with Heaven and Hell watching. And maybe, just maybe, we’d die even more dramatically in each other’s arms with white and black wings entwined.
There’s only one little mistake in this scenario, we did this whole silver knight - dark knight scenario a thousand years ago in King Arthur’s Court and it hasn’t become any less pathetic since then. And second – a crank handle isn’t really made for stabbing. Or fighting in wars for that matter.
“Sorry, Shax.” I’m back to normal size now, sitting in my usual seat behind the wheel. “Nice career option, just not seeing myself there. Anyway, thanks for the booze and tell Hastur, I said ‘hi’”.
She looks at me incredulously. “This choice will have consequences. If you stand aside like a coward, you will be crushed like one.”
“There are always consequences.” I shrug. “But it’s not cowardice, although you probably don’t believe me.”
“What is it, then?” She eyes me suspiciously.
“I just don’t feel it, Shax. All this silly power play for rank and influence and who-get’s-the-biggest-throne-and-the-shiniest-medal. I know, we demons are supposed to live for this, but I just don’t care.  And, you know, that eternal-fiend-thing with the angels? Don’t feel that either.”
“Earth has made you weak.” She shakes her head. “All of us will assemble and take our positions in the last stand. Like on a chess board. If you don’t take yours, you will be totally insignificant in the game to come. And my offer was better than anything you could've hoped to achieve. You could’ve been my Second-in-Command, once I sit on Beelzebub’s old throne.”
She can’t know that she’s already the second person to offer me a position like that. The third, actually, if you count “The United States of Beelzebub”.
No.
No Heaven for me. No Hell for me. I’m done.
“I’m perfectly fine with being insignificant.” I want to add more, but she’s already vanished.
Anyway, I’m keeping the coffee. Or in my case, the liquor.
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pianokantzart · 4 months
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Your Mr L comic is a real masterpiece. I broke down crying upon seeing Mario’s expression after reading the latest panel. He’s so relieved yet heartbroken at the same time. I simply love how caring Luigi is as he tried to help his big brother regulate and calm down…this really inspired me to keep writing and editing my current SMB fanfiction “Hurt by Fire, Heal by Fire” and my other stories I have in mind. Thank you for bringing such engaging content that give me such emotional wringers.
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But in all seriousness asdlfkjlk THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Best of luck on your fic! :D
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sunsetcorvid · 7 months
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this is my son whom im reposting some art of you should look at him right now actually
(the cat guy in the fourth photo is a friend from tik tok’s oc, Gooby!)
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alarming-prism · 8 months
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brain has been so full of art. i started drawing again. i started scrapbooking for the first time. i bought a 1968 sewing machine for $30 at a thrift store. i want to learn to quilt. i need help
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mister-qi · 1 month
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I do wish there was a Mr. Qi fan discord, but would I want to run it? Not particularly! Modding discords sounds entirely too stressful for me.
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drawawyvern · 9 months
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Everyone's getting excited about 1960s ineffable wives but what about 1860s instead
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 9 months
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pls i dont see ANYONE talking about this, the lever angel!crowley uses to turn the engine on is the same one from s1 which he picked up after the bentley went up in flames, WHICH he also held onto when he stopped time so he and aziraphale could talk adam into stopping satan! ITS HIS WEAPON just as aziraphale has the sword! idk where this leads to tho
Hiya! Yasssss, planning to do a gifset! :) Too much things to dooooo... :D <3
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silverkrakencomics · 8 months
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Crowley (from Good Omens) was a monkey before the Fall.
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No really.
When the demon Furfur is trying to get Crowley to remember him he says, "You used to jump on me back, little monkey in the waistcoat."
I have therefore concluded this means Crowley spent the Battle for Heaven in monkey form (probably more annoying the Not-Yet-Fallen than especially joining in battle, instead jumping around on and among them).
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curseofbreadbear · 6 months
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feelin SUPER emotionally overwhelmed, like this if you want something fun or angsty in your inbox from any of my muses (specify or you're gonna get a Gremlin) :')
mutuals only / mutuals specify <3
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if i had a genie lamp id wish for Three Things: 1) spiders stay the fuck away from me & out of my spaces. 2) infinite moneys. 3) draw quickly.
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stellarred · 1 year
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I've occasionally wondered what would've happened in, let's say, All Good Things, if Picard did NOT solve Q's puzzle. What if Picard--despite Q's omnipotent help in whichever way he could help, just couldn't get the lesson to sink in?
Now narratively speaking, Picard *has* to pass Q's tests. Picard triumphs, saves humanity, and proves he can overcome the problem. Of course. But what if in AGT, for example, the lightbulb in Jean-Luc's head just doesn't come on?
*Cue the snickering and finger-pointing in the Q Continuum*
Can you imagine the criticism Q would've received back in the Continuum? The Q doubted Picard's abilities, and "didn't think he had it in him," and Picard still failed in spite of Q's personal help.
Q would've been disappointed, but he would've still loved Picard.
What do you think Q would've done if Picard couldn't solve the puzzle? Would he have asked the Continuum for an extension (of time)? A do-over?
This would be hard for Q, because if Q wants Picard to ascend to join the Continuum at some point, and his Favorite just totally bombed on his face trying to meet a challenge... 🙄😖
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