Crowley's Stories n' Shit

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Holy ass you guys

If I hadn't already been told that Hellbent dropped, I'd know it now.

This number isn't even accurate anymore. It has grown by twelve more notes in the time it's taken me to crop the screenshot.

Those of you that are new, hi, I'm Crowley, and I have barely been here, but let me show you around, lessee if I still know the place. Ahem.

I barely post here, but not from lack of care but instead, lack of focus.

Dizzy (Now potentially classifiable as an AU) is on a hiatus. With the drop of Hellbent, that MAY CHANGE, but I cannot promise anything.

None of those links work because I changed my name and completely forgot about it.

That's about it. :V Thanks for the love.

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Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

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Does Trouble learn magic from a book or does she only know the magic her mom taught her before she died?

“Ah, it’s not really something you just learn I guess.”

“She absolutely has a book, Evie insisted on it.  But it’s mostly her own spells, and it doubles as a journal.”

“It’s more of a way for Trouble to sort out her thoughts.  A witch’s magic is tied to their emotions.  Evie was around long enough to teach us that.”

G: “It’s a learning process for the both of us.”

G: “Hey Messy?”

T: “Yes~?”

G: “Can daddy come down now?”

T: “Not enough pillows yet.”

G: “That’s fair.”

~

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What has Hartley learned about humans ao far?

“So much!”

“I know that they come from a dead planet, like me.  They speak lots of different languages instead of just one.”

“I also know that they were lonely.  Like me...  I only found them because they sent a disk into space.”

“They filled that disk with wonderful things.  Pictures, and music, and writings I couldn’t read.”

“But mostly...”

“They were saying “Hello.”  And I wanted to say it back.”

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Hartley:  “I’ve also learned that humans are cute, but Jack gets fidgety when I say it out loud, so I keep it to myself.”

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Jack, what are you eye and arm capable of?

“Oh man.  Loaded question.  Hope you’ve got a minute.”

“I’ll start with my new arm.”

“It’s stronger than the old one, and it works just as good, which is badass, ‘cause I’m a lefty.”

“It’s got uh... rubbery stuff (1) on the inside so I can hold stuff, and sometime this hole (2) opens up and I can shoot energy beams out of it.”

(1. Silicone-like surface for grip on palm)

(2. Aperture for weapon discharge)

“I’m... not real great with the shooting thing yet unless my target’s like, right the fuck there...”

“The eye lets me see, obviously, but it also translates stuff for me.”

“It also puts boxes on people and targets and stuff and tells me about them if I focus.  It can give me trajectories and shit, and calculate stuff.”

“Mostly it just makes me dizzy.”

~Jack:  “My legs are false too, but they’re just strong and let me jump down from really high places and not fuckin’ die.”

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It was brought to my attention by a lovely human that I apparently had asks off. So you do not in fact have performance anxiety, I am just shit.

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Nobody wants to ask my babies any questions to learn more about them, but maybe you’re all just having performance anxiety.  Here, I’ll start. YO JACK!  What’s your favourite colour?

(It’s the colour of gay, Hartley.)

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I promised art from the first book. (And yes, these hoes should be familiar 8P)

This is Jack (human) and Hartley (alien).

The story follows a boy who was left behind after the rest of the human race left Earth to escape its inevitable, cosmic demise.  He is caught up in an explosion as satellites fall from their orbits, and he’s rescued from his doom by an enthusiastic alien who wants to learn more about humans.

There are secrets, there are many other aliens, and there is also a cat.

They may be taking on the universe together, but they are also taking asks. 8D

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Cast of “Trouble”, a book that I will be working on once I finish my first draft of my other book about the end of the world, which will totally get art too, I promise.

Trouble is the title character, a little eight year old girl and growing witch in a world that still isn’t ready for magic.

Gabe is Trouble’s very tired and very human father.

Rook and Mag are half-siblings on their father’s side and both are hunters.

Trouble inherited her magic from her mother, who had passed away in a suspicious house fire five years prior to the story.  The story follows Gabe after his daughter goes missing, and he tracks down and kidnaps a known witch hunter named Rook to help him find her.

Feel free to ask me or them questions so I can flesh them out.

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Oh.  Shit.

Uh, hey.  I didn’t think anybody was still here.

Greetings from pillow hell.

So you’ve probably noticed so hard you stopped noticing that I have not posted much of fucking anything in the past forever.  Oldies but goodies know this is normal, but man am I having a motherfucking time right now.

For starters, I’m single.  My future is now a big, fat fucking question mark.  Not gonna get into that.

I’m working three jobs and trying to pretend that I have time for my own shit and my friends, but I don’t, and I am so fucking tired.

That said, I’m here to make another empty promise, because I figure if I write it down, I’m more likely to follow through.

THERE WILL BE MORE STUFF HERE.

I’m gonna do it because if I don’t throw myself into my work, then I’m going to sink into this tar pit and never get out.  I need to use this low to boost me up, to keep going and keep creating.  To keep writing.

As much as I can apparently still draw (the above image of me in my current vegetative state was legitimately a surprise), I am still a writer down deep, so you’ll likely be getting snippets and stories here more than anything else.  And by stories, I mean mine.  My characters, their lives, their struggles.  Officially, I’m making this just my stuff.  If I do something for a fandom, I’ll be posting it elsewhere.

I have to regain control as best I can right now, and that currently means overhauling everything.  I mean it, I’m even about to clean my fucking room, and I don’t do that shit ever.  So like.  Damn.

I’ll post a link when I put the fandom blog together.  Hopefully you’ll see more of me.  I just wish it wasn’t because I don’t know what else to do.

Peace.

[crowleywritesstuff]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

*COUGH COUGH*

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

*cough*

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Nikita Parish Or, if the phrase ‘hot mess’ were a person. Often mistaken for a relative of Simon much to Simon’s humiliation and Nikita’s amusement.

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A Meeting

Nikita:  “*ahem*” Imogene:  “?”

Nikita:  “Well one of us is gonna have to change.” Imogene:  “Pff…”

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This is an unfinished playlist comprised of songs with singers that sound like the characters. I also did my best to make the song match the character. For those of you who don’t have a Spotify account, I have a temporary list of them here if you just wanna look them up. Edit:  I’m putting the list under a cut so I can change it as we go.

Keep reading

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Secrets

A glimpse into the lives of Simon and Wade shortly after they became friends.

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Keep reading

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Simon’s Breakdown

Simon: “Look at me, Wade!”

Simon: “I look like a fuckin’ kid!”

Simon: “You got lucky!”

Simon: “You’re weird, but you’re fuckin’ gorgeous!”

Wade: “Simon-”

Simon: “Nobody’s ever gonna look at me and see anything but a child!”

Simon: “Nobody will kiss me because everyone else will give them shit for it!”

Wade: “Simon-”

Simon: “I’m catnip for perverts, and that’s all I’ll ever be-”

Wade: “Simon!”

Simon: “What, Wade!?”

Simon: “W-…Wade?”

Wade: “People want to kiss you, Simon…”

Simon: “…Okay…”

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Sorry about the shit lighting.  Subtitles provided in case my handwriting is awful. 8P

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Reblogging here because moar people.

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Also here.