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yuriisclumsy · 3 days

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What if there was an AU for [Name] being one of the top ranked mages in twisted wonderland?

╰Description: [Name] is one of the top mage in Twisted Wonderland, right after Malleus Draconia.

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—May 3, 2024—

Thought… This is a continuation on the What if there was an AU for [Name] being one of the top ranked mages in twisted wonderland?

So far—over a month—the students of NRC have become accustomed with [Name]...kind of.

What do I mean by kind of?

Let’s just say that those who have her are now dying to get out of the class. Too bad for them because their one-week deadline has passed, and now they can’t. At least they want to lose the credit and money.

Turns out, having a pretty girl as your professor doesn’t make up for the torture you’ll endure.

Now, everyone is afraid to even approach [Name]. She doesn’t mind this, in fact, she quite likes it. Peace and silence. The two things she adores the most.

So much as to get the students to participate more. Thank Crowly for this.

In the month [Name] had been teaching, all she’s done is give theory. Heavy for those that have advanced places, and slightly less for those who have normal classes. Though you’ll be damned if you thought that she’ll have it easy on you if you have normal classes with her. Aduece Duo and Grim are probably off complaining to Yuu about how difficult the class is.

The members of the cast that follow rules and usually are studious find this class a bit…too much. But, not enough to make you want to jump off a bridge. The other students get by with deep dive studying. As for those that are lazy–AGHEM–Leona–COUGH–[Name] won’t let them go that easily.

Why don’t we take a look at how well her students did in the first test, shall we?

…

Because of the way [Name] likes to do this, all results are given a week after the test during a time when there are no classes. Which means all of her classes are gathered here in one spot. It’s easier for her to do it this way. If there are any questions, she can just answer them and not have to repeat it to her other classes.

The first test on theory had concluded a week ago, and the students are now in [Name]’s class to get their results. They talk amongst their peers about how they think they did on the test. Some say they did poorly, others think they at least got a passing grease, no one will know for certain until they get those papers back.

The class starts to quiet down as professor [Name] walks in. She walks until she is standing on the podium looking out towards the students with a blank expression—nothing new for the students, as she is like that everyday.

“I have graded all the tests. I will pass them out. But before that, I would like to say that the results of this test met my expectations.” [Name] said nonchalantly.

At this the students became happy and full of hope. Maybe the majority of them pass. Some even began to cheer.

[Name] took the stack of tests and began to make her way down the list of students in alphabetical order, as she had instructed them prior to entering, with the few exceptions of Malleus, Silver, Yuu, and Grim (Silver, Yuu, and Grim being the obvious ones).

The first three rows had gotten their tests back, much to their excitement. But from the noises of disappointment and failure reaching their classmates further up, they began to question if they had passed the test.

“Aww man…and I studied really hard for this!” Kalim sulked in his seat.

“If by studying, you mean cramming last minute, then yes, you studied really hard.” Jamil frowned at his Housewarden, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. “Next time, come to the library to study. I’ll teach you what you don’t know.”

“Really!” Kalim’s round eyes sparkled to the point it made the people around him cover their eyes. “You really are the best Jamil!”

“...Ah…of course I am.” he said, having his eyes closed.

Going further up, [Name] began to speak after hearing more dissatisfied students.

“It seems like my expectations were met. Only 10 percent of you passed this exam.” She said matter-of-factly, still passing out tests.

“What?!”

“But I studied for days for this!”

“She’s lying…right?”

“I want to get out of this class…”

“How is that even possible...?!”

“No way…”

“Can’t believe it…even if I studied for a whole month, I wouldn't have passed this.”

“She has to be joking.”

“Kehehe.” A grimling laugh was heard throughout the chatter of students. It came from a young boy with black and pink strokes. He had pointed ears, a staple for the Valley of thorns citizens.

“Finding this amusing, are you, Lilia?” A considerably tall young man with pale skin and the same pointed ears asked.

“Oh, please, Malleus. You can’t deny the fact that you find this entertaining too.” Lilia retorted with a smile.

“Hehe, I suppose it is. What’s more intriguing is the fact that she was expecting those results.” He turned to Lilia, “don't you have to be up there to get your test back?”

The young lad’s eyes widened, “ah! You’re right!” He said before disappearing into thin air.

There were only two rows left to hand out the test. Going up, [Name] came face to face with Leona.

“Kingsholar.”

“Professor.”

There was a moment of silence as the two stared down at each other (although one was staring down, and the other up). Without more time [Name] gave him his test back and moved in shortly after.

She was already three students down when Leona slammed the desk in front of him. This grabbed everyone's attention: all eyes were on him now.

[Name] turned around, not amused by Leona’s behavior. She predicted he was going to act this way when he got his test back.

“Is there something wrong for you to act in a way, Kingsholar?”

“...you”

“I’m sorry, I am unable to hear you. You’ll have to speak louder.” [Name] was preparing herself for the yelling of the century.

“HOW COULD YOU GIVE ME AN A IF I GOT EVERYTHING WRONG?!” The students around him jumped, getting scared. No one had seen him that mad. Apart from the students that saved him from the blot, this was a new level of anger.

“*sigh* isn’t it obvious why I would bypass the grading system and give you an A?” she asked, looking at Leona with a are-you-stupid face.

“...”

“No? I guess I must spell it out for you then.” [Name] got closer to him. Taking his test into her hands, she looked it over before averting her gaze at him. “Out of all the questions you got everything wrong.”

“Exactly. So, how the hell did I get an A?” He demanded to know he passed the test, if he had no correct answers. It was preposterous in his opinion. Having every question wrong would mean an F, so having it be an A this time…felt wrong.

“Do you not see what is wrong with this?” She asked.

“No?” Leona was getting irritated. Can’t she just say what she needs to say?

[Name] hummed. “Can someone tell me what is wrong with that? Anyone?” She turned to the rest of the class.

A student in the front row had put his hand up to answer the question.

“Āshengrotto. Can you tell me what is wrong with this statement?”

“Yes, professor.” Azul put his hand down and fixed his glasses. “If this test was a written exam the chances of getting a zero are likely. But, because this test is a multiple-choice question, it would be impossible to get zero percent, as you have more chances of guessing the correct answer.”

She smiled at the answer. “That was beautiful. Thank you, Mr. Āshengurotto. Point for Octavinelle.” Some Octavinelle students cheered for their Housewarden, the loudest being Floyd.

“As you hear Āshengurotto say, it would be near impossible to get a zero percent on a multiple-choice test.” she said, turning to face Leona again. His face spelled mad.

“Yeah, so? I could have gotten lucky.” Leona said sarcastically. He wanted to get this over with.

“Mmmm…maybe. Or you simply wanted to fail.” [Name] said accusing him.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I would have agreed with you that you could have gotten lucky enough to get a zero…if not for the fact that you are good with theory. In fact, you are one of the best students in this class with this subject.”

“The only option left…is that you wanted to fail.” [name] finished the final blow as she handed the test back to him, before continuing to disperse the papers.

“Oh and, Kingsholar?” She turned to see him standing there, looking down at the paper that had a good score in. “You violated Rule number four. I expect to see a written paper on it in my desk in the following days.”

Leaving the conversation at that, she finished giving out the test and went back to the podium.

“If there are no further questions, you are dismissed.”

(finished: 5/19/2024, at 6.25pm)

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famoulouswrites · 2 months

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~Nightmares~

Ace x Y/N

(She/her pronouns used)

(Overblot spoilers)

(Y/N low key has PTSD)

(Not proofread.)

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The overblots were horrible.

The room around growing black, the walls and plants cracked or decaying, the very emotion of the victim distorting everything around them.

Were they even victims? Y/N believed so, but her nightmares painted them in their worst light.

One night, after the first overblot, Y/N dreamt that she ran into the gardens maze, only to be chased by the sounds of yelling and a rose bush hitting the walls.

The next nightmare was even more intense, Y/N stuck alone with Leona, dust clouding the sight of her friends, the threat of being turned to sand closer and closer.

The next one? Hiding bellow a table in the monstro lounge as the sound of foot...or the merman equivalent of foot steps on the tile came closer.

Another? Trapped in golden chains, surrounded by what should have been a joyous party, destroyed by the new head of Sacrabia.

Trapped under fallen debree of the festival,

Surrounded by sobbs and an endless number of stairs,

With each overblot the nightmares grew more and more unbearable.

And Y/N was at her breaking point.

Each night she had these nightmares, along with the normal nightmares presented in the mirror....were those even nightmares if she wasn't asleep?

It didn't matter.

Tonight's was the worst of all of them.

In every dream nobody ever touched her, the threat was present but never actully harming her, until tonight.

Grimm....or somthing that looked like Grimm, scratching her, hitting her wih his claws in an aggressie manner, nobody was the there to help, she screamed for Ace, for Deuce, Jack, Epel, Kalim, anyone! Even for Grim to return to his senses! Nobody came.

In one last pounce from Grimm, she woke up.

Breathing heavily she looked up at her ceiling.

She couldn't do this anymore, why was she always in the middle of overblots? Why was Crowly so irresponsible that he let so many happen in the first place?

It wasn't fair!

Y/N sat up, crying to the point she could hardly breathe. She was convinced that if she had magic, she'd be very close to overblotting herself at that point.

The small knock on her door almost went unheard, until it became more fantic.

Getting out of bed and walking down the stairs of Ramshackle, she could finally hear a scared voice pleading for help.

"Perfect wake up! Riddles on my case again, you gotta let me in till Trey calms him down! Perfect? Perfect!!!"

Oh...it was Ace.

Again.

She walked to the door, and opened it already stepping out of the way for when Ace would come plowing in.

She'd been though this a quite few times before.

Ace was lucky this time, she saw, as he wasn't collared yet. Unlike a majority of times he came bolting into her dorm.

"Oof, Riddles really ticked this time. I swear I thought I locked the door to the flamingos!" He started to rant, walking around the main living room, as he tried to prove his innocence to her, before finally looking back up to Y/N.

"Y/N....you look like crap."

"Wow thanks."

Y/N sighed as she sat down on the couch.

At least her couch was nice and cozy, it made the situation a little better.

It was true what he had said, she did look like crap.

Her hair was all messed up, tears were going down her face still and she was soaked in sweat.

For once Ace looked more orderly than her.

"You....you need to talk about somthin'?" He offered, sitting next to her on the couch.

"I don't know, it was just a nightmare." She said, brushing off the offer.

"Hey! That's serious!" Ace argued "Whenever I'd have a nightmare back home my bro would sit with me and listen to it! Doesn't matter how old I get!" Ace said. "So talk! ...if you want."

Y/N sighed, and started from the beginning, recounting every nightmare she'd had after coming to Night Raven Collage, all the way up to her latest one.

"Dang...." Ace said, shaking his head. "And I thought my nightmare about my pants falling down was bad...."

"Look," he said with a soft sigh "I'm not gonna say you shouldn't worry about those cuz, let's be honest, I think overblots happen here more than anywhere else......this school really needs better therapists, but! You know that you'll always have help!" Ace smiled softly as he sat at the edge of the couch.

"Like-like with Riddles! You had me, Deuce, Trey and Cater! With Leonas you had me, Deuce, Riddle, Jack and I kinda guess Ruggie...does he even count? He did hardly anyth- ok I'm getting off track! Point is, you'll always have help! Ok? You're never going to have to handle one on your own, ok?"

Y/N listened, knowing he was probly right but...she was still scared. "I know in real life I have you guys, but what about in my dreams? I know they're not real but it makes it so hard to sleep..." She sighed.

"Well...um..." Ace thought for a moment "I'll sleep with you tonight! And if any nightmares come, I'll just shoo them away!" He laughed. "That's what my brother used to do for me!"

Yuu smiled. "Thanks....I'd like that!"

Of course, as always, nightmares came as always.

Another one about Leona.

She was back on the playing field, surrounded by sand, she couldn't see anything but the yellow clouds...but this time, she heard a voice calling out for her.

"Y/N! Y/N over here! I've got ya!"

#ace trappola #ace trapolla x yuu #ace trapolla x reader #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twist x reader #disney x reader #twist wonderland x reader

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max-will-one-day-be-okay · 10 months

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Good Omens 2

So I finished the season, and I must say that it has some of the best writing I've ever seen. (spoilers ahead)

Already, I've noticed people upset with the ending. And while I do understand, I think that it was perfect. Not as an ending to their story, of course, but to continue the story.

Aziraphale still fully believes that Heaven is undoubtedly good. That him being in charge might fix things. He hasn't gotten to the point that Crowly has in his disillusionment.

To get to a point where they could truly be on their own side- one where Crowly doesn't have to worry about Aziraphale constantly backtracking and Aziraphale feels like he can fully trust Crowly- Aziraphale has to learn the hard way that heaven isn't perfect. That God isn't perfect. I'm assuming that's whats planned for next season.

Plus we kind of already saw what their ending would have been like if it were to happen in this season. I didn't think I shipped Gabriel and Beelzebub but here I am. I support this. They're adorable. I did not know how much I could adore those two until this season.

Nina and Maggie have my heart. Their story was so much fun, and when Nina called Maggie 'Angel' at the end I was gone. I want to see that they're getting married next season and I want them to be happy forever. Beautiful ladies.

Muriel is my favorite Good Omens character now full stop. So lovable and trying so hard, it's no doubt that both Crowly and Aziraphale seemed to also adore them. They're just a little guy, and I couldn't love them more.

While the writers/actors strike has put the continuation of the show in limbo, it just means that we need to hassle the corporations to pay their writers and actors fairly for a shot to see the ending.

And even if the worst happens and we don't get a season 3, there are some pretty talented writers out there. I have faith that if needed, we as a fandom can come up with our own satisfying conclusion. Maybe one with a kiss that doesn't rip out my heart and stomp on it until I'm sobbing and holding my cat close muttering nonsense on tumblr.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season two #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #go s2 #go season 2 #go season 2 spoilers #go s2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers

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jolynejay · 1 year

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Now wait a damn minute - I just figured out something important about the prologue and why MC doesn't have their phone when arriving in Twisted Wonderland

So, right off the bat the Prologue presented us with a couple mysteries in its introductory sequence:

Someone is in the middle of the mirror chamber slowly approaching the central mirror which itself flickers with green flames and mist. Over this scene we hear Crowly speak with another person: his "dear esteemed benefactor", that "proud, beautiful flower of evil" as he describes them. He seems to essentially be thanking them (almost groveling) for providing him the means to summon a specific person to him with the help of the Dark Mirror. Because he next seems to be talking through the Dark Mirror to the person slowly approaching said mirror.

Crowley says:

"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek.."

What follows is an image of a carriage arriving with a coffin at the entrance of NRC. The implication being that the one whose "visage Crowley seeks" is arriving with the carriage.

He continues:

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth...

If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

With that a hand appears in the mirror. And I think it is important to note that the hand is, because this is the first concrete depiction of a person within this sequence.

After establishing all this, we are left with a bit of a conundrum as to the sequence of events we are presented with. (Especially, since time itself in the Twisted Wonderland seems to be a little backwards of sorts)

As the hand appears to be reaching out to "us" (the player), I first thought that MC is the person approaching the mirror. However, that shouldn't be able to be the case (unless it is a dream sequence). Because it would mean that MC already was in Twisted Wonderland when being reached out to from another (?) Twisted Wonderland.

So, that would leave us with the hypothesis that the person who is approaching the Dark Mirror is actually Crowley. And that means potentially that the hand we first see reflected in the mirror is also his - but for the person on the other end of the connection, they sees someone else. They see a student from NCR that will be attending that year.

If this hypothesis is true, then that would imply that the interspersed scene of the coffin arriving with the desired "visage" follows after the summoning is completed. Crowley knew that there would be an additional student, one that doesn't belong to this world, because he had to provide them with the ceremonial robe.

Now, as to my claim that I think I know why MC doesn't have their phone: The summon is an active task. The one, "whose image the Dark Mirror did bekon forth," had to actively take someone's hand and make a choice to do so "if their heart bids it."

This means that the mirror must have connected to another - otherwise travel between the two points would not be possible. But then how would the Dark Mirror connect to another Dark Mirror in a world where magic does not exist? Simple. You are likely even looking at it right now.

Your phone screen.

I propose that MC entered the world of the Twisted Wonderland through their phone. Either, completely in body, mind, and souls. Or perhaps... maybe their spirit alone entered the Twisted Wonderland as an avatar - as the "Main Character" - for "The Player" in the real world.

After all, we are playing this game on our phones and mobile devices..

On our own Dark Mirrors...

TL;DR The initial sequence of the prologue we see is from Crowley's perspective before switching to MC's perspective as they choose the hand they will take. And the reason MC doesn't have their phone is because they couldn't take it woth them - their phone was their portal to the Twisted Wonderland.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst crowley #twst #twst theory #jo's theory corner #tried to make this as comprehensible as possible #but i know this particular theory is all over the place #just... many thoughts #twst yuu #twst mc

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zstargalaxy · 2 years

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Bit of an odd one, but maybe mc/yuu as a blacephalon?

Hmmm....I am mostly am more aware of Lunala and Solgaleo but Blacephalon is definitely a new one for me but no fear! I already have a scenario come up ;)

Warning : Decapitation

"Off with your head!"

Being your usual self have caused Riddle to blew a casket and used he's UM on you when you had been irritating to him by somehow acting almost like Floyd at how cute the housewarden is.

Not a good move.

*CLAMP!*

*THUMP!*

...

But not as bad as he's....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!??!!??"

"Oh Seven!!"

"WHAT THE F**K!?!?"

Everyone in the cafeteria screamed upon the sight before them, panicking, jumping and even running away from the sight that had frighten them.

Grim screamed so loudly that he had floated high with he's face paled.

Riddle just stood frozen of what he had done. Usually he has no mercy upon collaring misbehave students but this...

Ace and Deuce screamed aswell, jumping off their sits at the scene in the cafeteria.

Trey shouted, horrified at the sight before him.

Cater fainted a second later after what had happened.

Leona and Ruggie stared at the sight near the Heartslabyul boy's table, staring at the results with dread written on their faces.

Jack dropped he's sandwhich when he had shouted like everyone else in the area.

Azul coughed out some ink at the scene beholding to him, being thankful that he didnt want Riddle's unique magic.

The tweels just stared like Leona and Ruggie but their expressions are unreadable.

Kalim and Jamil jumped from the scared they had witnessed, with the former screaming he's head off while the latter put him behind he's back out of instinct.

Vil let out a small shout at how horrendous the sight is, standing up from he's sit to back away further from the scene.

As Rook gasped in horror, Epel did like everyone else in the room as both him and the vice dorm back away as well.

Ortho let out vent that is similar to a scared and mortified gasp as he's brother's tablet had let out a sound similar to that of a sheer scream from a person going through a haunted house.

Lilia was silance but no one cant deny the slight horror on he's face as Sebek had dropped he's fork and screamed out more loudly that he's voice is the most loudest.

As for Silver...

ZzzzZzzzZzzzZzzzZ

Thank goodness Malleus isnt here.

But wait!

What could be horrifying to have scared the whole cafeteria?

Aswell as the school's staff that had come to see the commotion, only to wear the same horrified, grim, mortified and feared expressions as their students.

"Prefect Riddle Rosehearts!" Shouted Crowley as he step forward "Wha.." he had to look away from the scene "What is the meaning of this!?"

"I...I..." the said prefect waa beyond words.

Why?

Because your body was limp on the floor with the collar that he had casted for you is laying on the floor next to you.

But why isnt it on you?

Because your head was on the floor....

"Heheheheheh..."

"!!"

Very slowly, all heads (that werent "decapitated") turn to the body of the victim. Many people held onto breaths they didnt know that they held, shaking and trembling to what will happen next, but mostly watch in anticipation to know that they had think up wasnt just....made...up....

"You guys..."

Many people froze when the headless body had suddenly moved upwards in a eerily slow motion, yet it swayed abit which had quickly alarmed everyone.

Crowly, Riddle and the others near the scene backed away as your body slowly walk towards your head, picking it up with your face still unseen by them.

"Do you really think..."

Eyes widen and mouths dropped at the sight of face revealed to them, still blinking and moving with you smirking at them pkayfully at their 'funny' reactions to your 'little' trick.

"That a collar would tame little old me?? Hahahahhahaha! How funny"

...

"What?" You bluntly asked them as you put your head under your arm "Never seen a head before?"

...

"Come on guys! I though you said the Queen of Hearts decapitated heads! You said it yourself Ace!"

*THUMP!*

Lets just say, its only the beginning for you at this school...

Or rather, only the beginning for this school at your antics.

#twisted wonderland #pokemon #twisted wonderland x pokemon #twst mc #crossover #twst x pokemon #blacephalon #ultra beast #off with your head #heartslabyul #pokemon mc

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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There is not enough Yandere/Jealous/Possessive Hob fics in comparison to Dream being the Jealous/Possessive one, so why not change that? (Also, Obviously!Dream because, again, why not?)

Maybe, after everything happens, Dream starts to regularly visit the New Inn and Hob's very happy with that, up until he realizes people are flirting with His Dream.

First, there's this really beautiful woman who, thankfully, Hob was able to resist his initial reaction of wanting to rip her eyes out for looking at His Dream and settled for throwing a possessive arm around His Dream's shoulders as he took a seat. After all, she is His Dream's older sister.

Then, one day, Lady Johanna Constantine is sitting across from His Dream and that won't do at all. Crowley, bless his demonic soul, does owe him some favors. It is only much later does he learn that she is a descendant of the late Lady Constantine and wasn't granted immortality too. At least she survived and, Crowly bless him, would no longer darken the inn's doorsteps.

Calliope is hard, because this is the mother of His Dream's Orpheus, the son His Dream mourned for in his arms (the first time Hob every got to really hold His Dream) and he'd promised His Dream he'd do all he could to ease that pain. Hob couldn't outright kill her or even have one of his associates do it for him. Thankfully, all it takes is a ticket back to Greece and she's gone. (He may have also paid a hefty amount to have a spellcaster bare her entry from the Dreaming and England altogether, but no one needs to know that.)

Hob thought he had it all under control, that he got used to all the lovely woman that surrounded His Dream as none of his darker urges reared their head when a young lass with colorful hair was all but sitting in His Dream's lap the next time they meet up. His Dream was all too happy with how he treated Delirium that night, sending him soft smiles that Hob coveted form himself and himself alone.

He was even polite to Rose Walker, despite wanting to rip her to pieces likes she'd torn apart the Dreaming (the Dreaming was His Dream and His Dream was the Dreaming; that meant, she'd hurt His Dream) when she'd been a Dream Vortex.

However, the night he arrived late to the New Inn and found His Dream sitting at the bar rather than at their table with some guy openly flirting with His Dream and His Dream (obviously to the man's flirting) talking with him, Hob snapped.

Thankfully, his bartender (who wasn't all that of a reformed convict as she pretended to be) knew him well enough and pleaded with His Dream to help her getting Hob's wine down from the top shelf in the backroom (and it made something flutter inside Hob that His Dream only assisted her because it was Hob's wine). When His Dream returned with the wine, Hob had taken the seat the other man stole from him with a fresh cut to his jaw and a bloodstain on his shirt which he readily reassures His Dream was from a minor trip on his way over. Nothing to worry His Dream over and hey, look, His Dream had his favorite wine, they might as well share it together up in his flat where His Dream could clean his injuries if he was so inclined.

So yeah, feral/yandere/possessive!Hob, we need more of those.

Bloodthirsty possessive weirdo Hob is for sure an underrated concept! And you know what? I think Dream would love him.

I mean, we're talking about the Dream who literally wears the skull/spine of an enemy he killed AS A HAT. He put his ex girlfriend in hell. He doesn't exactly have the most shiney moral compass.

And Dream isn't stupid. He knows that Hob has been reigning in his darker impulses and he's actually quite impressed that his friend is so chilled out these days. He knows about Hob’s mercenary past and he knows that it isn't easy to let go of those physical impulses. Even so... it would be nice to see Hob get a little possessive over him. After the whole Burgess fiasco, it would kind of nice to have someone going all defensive, big bad bodyguard-ish for him?

So when he sees that Hob just got in a freakin fistfight while his back was turned for five minutes. That's kind of hot? Dream feels all warm and fuzzy inside for the rest of the evening.

He keeps getting into conversation with random guys at the Inn just to goad Hob into a reaction. Sometimes Dream brings along his own Guy (one of his poor dreams forced to manifest in the waking world so Lord Morpheus can live out his fantasies ig 🙄). Hob gets himself into a tizzy every single time beating these guys up or threatening them or slipping something gross into their drinks. He's getting more and more unhinged every week.

The only problem is that one time Dream brings Destruction along to genuinely meet Hob but Hob is by now so conditioned to go ham on any man he sees talking to His Dream... he ends up in a scuffle with Literal Destruction. It goes about as well as you might expect, Destruction is very apologetic afterwards lol.

The one silver lining? Hob gets to sit on a barstool while Dream patches up his wounds and fusses over him. He even gets a kiss on the cheek!! Scaring off 50% of the inn's patrons with his antics? Entirely worth it.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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asleepyy · 7 months

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Thank you for giving us the bookshop scene! It is my favourite scene and I was so sad that it got cut out from the show. Crowly making the voices was definitely the best part, glad to see Jophiel still did that. I know you're planning to hit us with angst in the next chapter but I just wanted to thank you for the fluff and the wholesomeness you gave to start the week. Love your art <3

thank you very much, i'm glad you enjoyed it so much!! You guys were pretty excited to vote on it, so hopefully it matched expectations somewhat!

#ask #thearoacemess

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calmingthoughtsinyourhead · 9 months

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Not to rip off the plot of avatar (like i usually do) but i’d love to see Aziraphel do a hero-vilain-redemption-ark in the next seasons

Like after Aziraphale returns to heaven, it all starts with good intentions and him trying to make the difference he wanted

He makes a vow to himself that once he has done enough, he’ll reach out to Crowly

Let the demon know he made the right decision.

that is was worth it (was it?)

Only it isn’t exactly what he had expected

Only in order to make the world a better place, sometimes that means making tough decisions

At least that’s what Metatron tells him

Maybe sometimes the greater good asks for a few sacrifices?

(What was that quote again about the path to hell being paved with… ah never mind)

Aziraphale feels weird about it

like really weird

But every time he’s about to run back to earth (back to Crowly), the Matatron talks him out of it

It's a bit strange how good he is at that

But Aziraphale can't focus on that, lately everything's been a bit... blurry

“Don’t give up now Aziraphale, we’re the good guys”

And we notice (subtly, but more visibly as we go on) that the angel is slowly turning into someone we do not recognize

Up to a point where the Metatron doesnt have to coax him into doing the dirty work anymore

So that’s when the Metatron announces to him and the other angels in heaven that God is dead

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God is dead

As in gone

God. Is. Dead

Aziraphale doesn’t even blink when he hears the news

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God is dead

But Armageddon will take place

Because they will finish what She started

It takes a while before hell responds

(It’s one thing to hate and rebel against Her. It’s another thing to hear the person who created you is dead.)

But as expected hell does NOT like this news

More importantly, most of heaven does not like the news either

sure, everyone wanted the apocalypse at one point

but not like this

Not with Her gone

Not with the archangels acting like they don’t even care

Not with the strange, uncanny power radiating of the Metatron when he speaks

The unthinkable happens: the angels leave

almost all of them do

And for the first time since the world started, angels and demons are on the same side again

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Crowly isn’t even in hell by the time the first refugee angels arrive.

He’s already on his way to heaven

Because this isn’t just a lover’s quarrel anymore. Earth is in danger

Much more importantly: his angel is in danger

he finds Aziraphale already waiting for him at heaven’s entrance when he breaks in

“Crowly.” He tjirps (he looks so happy and if that doesn’t just rip him in two), “what a lovely surprise”

Crowly has to blink himself back to consciousness when he sees him again.

No time for this. No time to remember what it was like when they ware almost “us.” No time for taking in the feeling if Aziraphale smiling at him like he’s the only one who matters.

He doesn’t even notice that something is just so off about his angel

The way he stands, the way he talks, the way he breathes

“We have to go. It’s all going up in flames, angel.”

“What are you talking about Crowly, i’m perfectly content here.”

“Are you insane! Did you not hear what they are trying to do”

“Ah. I see. They told me you’d say that.”

Crowly only now starts to realize what exactly he’s looking at.

“Aziraphale”, he speaks slowly “your eyes are glowing.”

“Another great bonus that came with my promotion, thank you Crowly.”

“They’re glowing red”

“I don’t see why that’s relevant.”

Azirapha-“

Then his eyes fall on the sword in the angel’s hands.

It’s no longer burning, but he recognizes it nontheless

“Why do you have that with you.” He asks, but it’s not really a question.

And before he knows it, Aziraphale has thrown him across the brightly lit, white hall of heaven (which is pretty far)

So now his face is all bloody and his hands are trembling (just great)

And Aziraphale is standing over him, raising the sword like he had done so many years ago

“I’m so happy you’re here, dear boy. Don’t worry, It doesn’t have to end with this thing. It’s just insurance so you cannot tempt me again. It’s all going the way He said it would.”

“Who the fuck issssss He?”

“Our true God.”

“Go fuck yoursssssself.”

Aziraphale laughs, like the demon is just being silly and it sounds like his old self so much it hurts. “Oh, Come off it Crowly. Just come with me. We can fix all of this mess together.”

Crowly feels nauseous. “Why don’t you just use that thing for it’s intended purpose and get it over with.”

Suddenly Aziraphale looks confused (heartbroken?) “Crowly, what are you doing?”

Crowly just raises his chin defiantly.

“Don’t- don’t make me do this. It’s not supposed to happen like this, I don’t want to hurt you. Can’t you see that his is your last chance at redemption. Do you not understand that? We’re the good guys.”

“Issss that why half of you jumped sssssship” he growls.

Aziraphale’s eyebrows draw together “It’s-it’s okay, my dear, you are finally going to see the light like I did.”

He raises the sword higher.

He gasps

And then he drops it again

“What on earth am I doi-

The bentley bursts straight through heaven’s gates, hitting Aziraphale head on.

Crowly escapes

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Maybe its the concussion

Maybe it’s the thought of what he had almost done to Crowly

But slowly the angel’s eyes turn back to brown when he wakes up

“Cro-Crowly? Oh no. No no no, hell- for heaven- what have I done. What have I DONE.”

He tries to stop the Metatron

He really does

But with the loss of his red eyes also comes the loss of his new powers.

the Metatron beats him easily

His new God is not happy

And for a second it looks like this is where it’s going to end for him.

“Aziraphale.” The Metatron hisses, slamming him down on heaven’s holy ground (it cracks open beneath his skull in the shape of a hallo). “Snap out of it.”

The angel struggles to break free. He has to escape, he has to warn earth about what the Matatron is planning.

(He has to save Crowly)

“That demon has corrupted you,” The Metatron growls. “that’s what they do. He wants you to rebel against what’s right.”

And Aziraphale suddenly smiles

“You know what happens to angels who rebel against god?”

They fall

Aziraphale sinks out of the Metatron’s grip and through the floor

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Aziraphale, now part of the war against the Metatron, meets up with Beelzebub in hell (I think she and Gabriel would return to save earth). Where the other angels are already waiting for him.

It takes a bit for the other side to trust him

But the angel’s now black wings are a pretty dead giveaway about whose side he’s on

And with the former right hand of the Metatron on their side, they might actually have a chance.

Beëlzebub shows him to one of the offices, he already recognizes it.

“He’s in there?” The angel asks

“Yes”, beelzebub says

He hesitates.

“You know, he had the chance to rid himself of you many times since you arrived here

“he’d never try to hurt me.” Aziraphale mumbles “but demons… they’re not that quick to forgive”

“No, but when we do it, it means something. Can you say the same thing?”

Aziraphale swallows. “Does he know? That I’m here I mean”

“Of course he does. He follows all the updates on you.”

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He walks in

he doesn’t recognize Crowly immediately

The demon has got his back turned towards him

He sees a pair of white wings

And it’s only then that he realizes who he’s looking at

“Crowly?” He croaks

The demon doesnt respond

“I- fuck- I don’t even know where to start. I’m- I’m so sor-I was so stupid, and they trick- but i still - I hurt you and I’m sorry, I’m so sor-, and and and I can never ask for your forgiveness. I just need you to -fuck, I’m so sorry, I just need you to know how sorry I am, and-“

And he feels it.

A wave of love.

The opposite of “this place feels spooky”.

Someone loves him so so so much.

slowly Crowly turns around

His eyes are still golden, like when they first met

“Do the apology dance”

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rickroll-25 · 10 months

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Forget Coffee theory, can we talk about body swap theory?

From series one we know that not only can Crowley and Aziraphale switch places, but Crowley can stop time. Check out this little number:

1. Before the kiss, the clock reads about 9:25

-This is the clock after

Obvi it’s a little blurry but it looks like it says 9:45. That may not have been the actual time but the minute hand still moved waaay more than it would’ve under regular circumstances. Crowley did something time altering we didn’t see while the clock ticked forward. I think they swapped places and maybe we’re making a plan for what to do next.

Exhibit 2:

The song on the Bentley isn’t best of Queen, so either the car is working differently because Aziraphale is driving, or Crowly put the disc in recently which is more sad and less fun given the circumstances.

Exhibit 3:

When has Crowley ever driven the speed limit? Maybe he’s just sad, maybe not.

Anyway, I’m mostly saying this because I’m in denial (aren’t we all?) but wouldn’t that be such a cool concept to have Crowley secretly acting as archangel to stop Armageddon, and perhaps Aziraphale goes undercover as a Duke of hell in season 3…?

Also the coffee is very suspicious for many reason but I’m not super focused on that.

(although do you think whatever potential hex that affected Aziraphale could’ve been transferred to Crowley when they kissed??)

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eri3ne · 5 months

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we could have been us

You idiot, we could’ve been us

We could have been us

But hadn’t they been? For centuries, millennia even, they had been well…them. Aziraphale and Crowley. Especially for the past two years they had been together all the time, spending nearly every waking moment side by side. And even before then, they’d just pop up into each other's lives whenever they wanted or needed. Crowley could hardly remember a time when he and Aziraphale hadn’t been there for one another.

And now, he was alone. His only friend in the world had left him. His angel had left him.

And the worst part? Aziraphale hadn’t just left. He tried to take Crowley with him, and tried to get him to come back. To work for Heaven. Why the hell would he want that? They had been happy in their own little corner of the world and together. An Angel and a Demon but neither lived quite by the rules and now Aziraphale uprooted both of their lives and became the Supreme Archangel of Heaven. Wasn’t that against everything they stood for. They were an Angel and a Demon on their own side. Not heaven not hell, just Aziraphale and Crowly. But now, Aziraphale was with heaven once again.

And he still went even after Crowley had poured his entire heart out. He finally worked up the nerve to kiss him. Why didn’t he stay? What did Crowley do wrong? What the fuck?

Now, Crowley found himself across the street from the bookshop looking at the spot where Aziraphale and Metatron had just gone up to Heaven. He didn’t even know what to do with himself. So he just stood there, leaning against the Bentley, trying to figure out what to do next.

He looked around, Maggie was behind the counter at the record store and Nina was serving people coffee, Muriel was outside the bookshop. How dare she? Everything was just as it had been last time he’d been out here. Everyone was acting like everything was the same, like everything was alright, like the world hadn’t just changed forever. Crowley’s best friend, the man that he loved, was gone and no one cared. No one even knew. No one would ever know.

So, Crowley got in his car, and he just went. Went where? Anywhere but here. Anywhere he wouldn’t have to think about Aziraphale and all he had lost in the last hour. So, he put his foot on the gas, the radio at max volume and turned whenever he got too used to the road he was on.

He was doing a pretty good job at drowning out his emotions, when a certain song came on. All You Need Is Love by The Beatles. Because of course it was, one of few “modern” songs Crowley could think of that Aziraphale truly enjoyed, and a song about love. As if it wasn't enough that the demon had lost his angel, the universe was playing some cruel joke on him. Which should be impossible, he designed the damned thing. And yet here he was.

This was simply the last straw. Crowley pulled off to the side of the road and broke down. He cried, he screamed, he hit shit. But the real kicker is, Crowley cried. It was the first time in a while that he let himself have a good and proper cry. And it had been even longer since Aziraphale wasn't there to help him through it. He wasn't sure how long he had been there, it felt like something in between a few seconds and a few hours. But Crowley found himself curled up in a ball in his passenger seat, fresh out of tears to cry, shaking, and struggling to breath.

It was moments like these when Crowley wished he could die. He wished he could stop feeling. Particularly this feeling, he wasn’t quite sure what to call it, but it was just about the worst thing Crowley ever felt. And you would think that by now, Crowley would know how to not feel like this, or at least to make it not so bad. But he had always had Aziraphale to help him to make him feel better and keep breathing. Now though, he was all on his own, and he had no idea what to do. So he sat there in his passenger seat for at least an hour, doing all he could to get his breath back to a usual pattern and just generally calm himself back down.

Soon enough he was back on the road, his breath still a little shaky and his body still a little weak.

Crowley had absolutely no clue where he was going until he got there. The only place that really brought him comfort, but also the very place he was trying to get away from. He found himself right in front of the book shop five hours later. Not entirely trusting himself to drive much more, Crowley walked across the street and into Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death. He went straight to a table, not wanting to have to deal with people. But almost immediately, and it truly seemed as though she could read his thoughts and was trying to spite him, Nina showed up at his table.

“No.” he said before she got the chance to ask what he wanted, or God Forbid a much noisier question.

“What can I get you, Sir.”

“I already said no.” he felt like he was about to snap.

“Well then, I hate to break it to ya mister, but if you're not gonna have a coffee… you’re gonna have to leave,” she said, as sweet as she could. But Crowley didn’t reply. “Look,” she was no longer attempting to sweet talk him into listening. She knew it wouldn’t work. “I don’t know why you're moping around in a corner all alone. But I’ve got paying customers that could be drinking coffee they paid for at this table, which as I’m sure you're aware, is not what’s happening at this table.”

And at this point, Crowley is getting pissed. But he decides it’s best just to order a coffee. “Black coffee, hot.” He mutters, almost whispering.

“What was that?” Nina teases.

“Oh you heard me!” Crowley hisses. Nina leaves to get his and the other patrons orders. And Crowley is left alone with his thoughts, yet again.

Even in the bustling coffee shop, Crowley feels utterly alone. He truly had no place to go. In the past, when he was unable to return to hell, he had slept in his car in the nights and visited Aziraphale in the bookshop during the days. But now, he still could not return to hell and there was no one he might visit.

And it was at this moment that Crowley realized he doesn’t have any friends. He had no one. He was a demon all alone in the world, just as he should have been. And he had absolutely no clue how to cope with it.

And oh, here he goes again.

He’s not crying this time.

Or at least he doesn’t think he is.

But he can’t quite breathe properly.

And the walls are closing in on him.

And-

“Here you are,” and here Nina was, coffee in hand. Breaking Crowley out of a spiral. “Hot black coffee.” she smiles.

“Thanks,” Crowley replied. He wasn’t sure what else to say, but Nina stayed there, just looking at him. So he looked straight back at her.

“So where’s your f-” She started.

“No.” Crowley snapped, cutting her off.

“Yes, actually. Where is your friend?” Now, Nina isn’t usually one to pry, but this topic was of particular interest to her. These two men had meddled in her love life, so she felt it was only fair for her to do the same to them.

“Gone.” he whispered. And this time, Nina truly could not hear him.

“What was that?” She tried to sound as kind as possible. Which was…not her strong suit, but this guy seemed like he needed some kindness right about now.

“He’s gone.” Crowley said again, this time a little louder, and trying a little harder to hold back the tears that were ever so persistently forming in the corners of his eyes. And this time Nina doesn’t respond. Crowley is looking down at his table so he thinks she might have left. That is, of course, until he feels her slide into the seat next to him, and place a hand on his shoulder.

“I am so, so sorry.” she tells him softly. Crowley turns his head to face her but he still can't meet her eyes. And only now, when he’s finally realized that he’s not all alone, he lets the tears come. And come they do, it's like the floodgates have opened. And Crowley just sits there, with a near stranger. Crying and being comforted.

Maybe Crowley lost the love of his life.

But, maybe that doesn’t mean that the world has to end.

Sure, he’s gonna be sad, and pissed off, and all those other negative feelings about it. But he supposed that those feelings just have to happen, because if he tries to stop them, every day could be just as bad as today was. And, while Crowley doesn’t know what's next, the world will keep on turning. No matter how bad he wishes it would stop.

In the middle of Crowley's stream of thoughts, Nina has gotten up from where she was sitting next to him and she says, “Welp, I’ve got to get back to working. But, if you need anything, anything at all, I’m here. Just come and get me and I’ll do all I can.” She squeezes Crowley's shoulder, and heads off.

We could have been us. Crowley thinks. We could have been us, but you left me, to do God knows what up in Heaven.

And maybe they would have the chance to be “them” again. After whatever Aziraphale was doing up there was over and done with. If he ever decided to come back to Earth, Crowley would be there waiting for him. Willing and able to do whatever Aziraphale wanted. Barring, of course, going with him to Heaven.

But until then, if “then” ever comes, Crowley will just have to make it to the next day. And then the next and the next. He’ll try to get on with life. But he knew that hurt he felt when Aziraphale left, would never entirely go away.

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ickmick · 7 months

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INKTOBER DAYS 30 AND 31!!

getting immediately into this- the acronyms key, past weeks posts, and rambling afterwords are under the cut!! drawings on full display today!!

Day 30

gore: undead

we have a miss cleo!! look at them!! so very cool, I'm actually very happy with my first real attempt to draw her! the hair was fun too, ehehe...

Day 31

wh: so below

hc: halloween

GRIANS COSPLAY OF CROWLEY!! WHO CHEERED?? 🎉

he looks oh so smug and cool, I really love this drasing of him! that face! and I took a worth while risk on the pose!!

(I have moved the next 2 paragraphs to under the cut, to make sure this isn't too long to scroll through if you only want to see the art!!)

as for the second sketch (which has two photos so you don't have hold you device upside down LOL) I had the idea of secret life grian and (SL)watcher grian! a reverse, mwahaha... I really only meant to draw the crowly one, and didnt think I had the energy for more... but brain rot!! it is so strong!!

so of course after that I finally rectified my lack of clothes design for watcher grian lol... now i have to draw a SL design too!! eventually... eventually... I didnt make a note of it, but I think he just... wouldn't wear shoes LOL... watcher grian, I mean. let those lil talon feeties free, or whatever pffft...

week one, two, three, four and 5.1s posts!!

I'll only list the prompts I used that day, but here's the key for acronyms n such;

wh = welcome home

hc = hermitcraft (I have 2!)

ink = official inktober

gore = goretober

(actual gore will be triggerwarned! so far none has any blood or violence!)

Oh boy- okay! so I swear I didn't forget, its just that art block came and smacked me in the face for a short period. Thankfully I came out of it with two drawings I really love!! And some pretty good doodles too, haha...

I do think I still want to do a weekly novelember drabble... and of course a related drawing. we'll see! check in on sunday! i wont just disappear now that inktober is over!!

but also, maybe come back tomorrow if you're interested in a certain very tall persons birthday. yknow, the one with a new vtuber model! yeah! them! /silly

(Im talking about Ranboo, haha!! Im hoping to finish a drawing for their birthday tomorrow!!)

Thanks again for all the support!! 💜

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