two very mysterious fellas talking about pestilence in hushed voices
tweeter rq for plague doctor crowley and priest aziraphale <333
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if you hm. drew cass. for a poor lesbian. you know. if you wanted...........
shes giving u heart eyes
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I MISSED THE WINDOW LAST WEEK. >_<
I am asking for any of the three that are not the Mafia Restaurant one (cause I haven't read it yet lol)! pick either the easiest for you (because ilu) --- or the one that is giving you the most trouble at the time you do this ask <3 (lol feel free to use my ask to do battle against Angel Neil essentially.)
--@quiescentdestiny
WIP Wednesday (2/28) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 126)
“You’ve been to Hell.” Andrew says, imagining Neil surrounded by fire or lava or whatever. He bets that sort of glow would look good on Neil.
“It was a joke,” Neil clarifies. “My whole life just sucked massively. That’s what I meant. It’s not like I actually met Satan.”
“How fortunate for him.”
Neil sighs. “Shut up.”
“Fine.” Andrew shrugs. “Well, go on. You’re not sure you ever saw Heaven…”
“I don’t know what else to tell you. I mean, after Mom… I was on my own. Things got worse and worse. Then finally he— I, uh, died. Everything went dark, then it was so bright I couldn’t see. Huh. Maybe that was Heaven. It’s not like I thought to ask, I was really just grateful it was over—” Neil cuts off and turns to give Andrew a look. “Wait. Why are we talking about me?”
Andrew plucks a piece of lint off his shirt and tosses it into the breeze. It doesn’t go very far before landing between them. He shrugs. “I’m just curious about you.”
“Why?” Neil asks, distaste clear in his tone. “I’m boring.”
Andrew blinks. Is he serious?
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your icon is the cutest thing ive ever seen, your blog design as a whole slaps severely, and your art is amazing and im happy that you share it on the internet where i could find it
hope you have a nice day
Aw thank you so much!! I hope u have a nice day too <3
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WHO: Livvy & @mcndyhcrtmcn
WHERE: The Hartman Home
WHEN: March 30, 2024
"Mandy," Livvy whispered, trying to keep the giggle out of her voice as she turned over on the giant bed in her childhood bedroom, reaching out to shove her sister's shoulder. Gently, of course, she didn't want to wake her up if she was sleeping and be met with a punch to the face, but... the house was quiet, Easter was the next morning, and Livvy felt like this was their chance to recapture their youth. Well, with wine. The perks of being adult. "Psst, get up, I want to go dye eggs."
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