El Rey Ciervo: The Deer King

Rey | United States | 30 | Nonbinary, (They/Them pronouns) This is my main/personal blog. I'm a part of many fandoms: BG3, D:BH, Arcane, Voltron, Overwatch, Assassin's Creed, Steven Universe, and many others. art tag: my art and fan art

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Hey everyone! I am open for writing and art commissions!

I have been more active on my twitter@ el_rey_ciervo, so I forgot make a post about it here. I can do both sfw and nsfw comms, and both original and fandom content! (My fics can be found on my AO3, and my art can my AO3 ElReyCiervo, and my art can be found on my fandom twitter and my art twitter @ Creyes_Art)

I just had surgery recently, so any and all help would be very appreciated, thank you!

[hg-aneh]

you ever love someone so much you just  ‎️‍🔥

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Loki’s introduction in the story mode of marvel tokon fighting souls.

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the tiktokification of tumblr needs to be stopped

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we don’t censor words here stop acting like a fool, when you censor words and tags people who have that word filtered due to triggers will still see it

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Phenomenal spare wheel cover I walked past the other day

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essek(s)

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“Liebchen” 💜🧡

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Me, about Isshin: Man, fuck this guy, let me see who I can shove into being Ichigo's bio dad and who else I can shove into being his father figure

That's honestly very sexy of you

[rayshippouuchiha]

Me, about Isshin: Man, fuck this guy, let me see who I can shove into being Ichigo's bio dad and who else I can shove into being his father figure

That's honestly very sexy of you

[hg-aneh]

Bonus?:

Cringe culture is dead, post catboy ineffables

[nik-knight]

Anathema knew what she was getting into when Eve asked her to foster Crowley from the shelter, but boy was it more difficult than she thought.

She had spoken to Eve about the poor lad before, briefly touching on his tragic story over one of the many lunches they shared on weekends. She knew his history of abuse and neglect, so when Eve pleaded with her to foster him for a couple of weeks, how could she say no? Eve explained that being out in the open countryside might do Crowley some good with the fresh air and change of atmosphere, so Anathema prepared her home for a new addition.

What she didn’t expect was how broken Crowley actually was. He was  temperamental at his best, and straight up destructive at his worst. He’d already clawed up the spare armchair she left for him in his room, and the curtains and bedframe hadn’t faired well, either. He hardly touched anything she tried to feed him, turning his nose up and sauntering off without a word.

It was… a trying time, to say the least, but Anathema was already close to her breaking point, and she still had another week of fostering to go.

Desperate to get him out of the house, she asked Crowley to take a mid-day stroll with her. Hopefully a walk would use up some of his energy, and he might just spend the rest of the day sleeping and not destroying her house. He reluctantly agreed to go with her in exchange for a squeezy-tube treat (the only food he did seem to enjoy) upon their return.

They were going through a well-trodden walking path that skirted along the wooded boundary of the forest and a public park where children played when school was out. Luckily there were very few people out in the middle of the day, so they were able to make their trip without much trouble.

Well, no trouble except, of course, Crowley.

“This place is boring,” he said as he stalked alongside Anathema with his hands crammed in the tiny pockets of his tight jeans, kicking along any little stones that came in his path. “The cable here is garbage, there’s no pubs within walking distance, and you won’t even let me out at night to hunt!”

“I’ve told you,” Anathema sighed. “You don’t need to hunt. You’ve got all the food you’d ever need in the cottage, if you would just eat it.”

“The last thing I need is for you to poison me. At least with the squeezy-treats I can be sure the packet wasn’t opened.” There was a bit of growling coming from his throat, which Anathema thought was a little over dramatic.

“Why on earth would I want to poison you?”

“To get rid of me. I know you hate me. I know you’re just doing this as a favor to Eve. You don’t actually want me. No one does.”

Anathema heaved another sigh.

“I don’t hate you, Crowley. And someone will want you eventually. There will be someone who will really love you. It’s just taking a while.”

“Wow, first time I’ve ever heard that one,” he said mockingly. “It’s been decades. If no one has wanted me by now, then no one ever will. No one’s ever going to adopt me. Not ever. That’s what I am. Unadoptable. It’s only a matter of time before someone realizes I’m a waste of the shelter’s resources and comes to put me down.”

“This isn’t the dark ages, Crowley, cat people don’t get put down anymore. You just need to think positive. If you just open your heart a little bit, then maybe— Crowley?” Anathema stopped in her tracks once she noticed that Crowley wasn’t walking beside her anymore.

He was standing upright, more upright than she’s ever seen him. His ears were up and pointed forward, and his tail was straight up, twitching and quivering. His pupils, though hard to see through his glasses, were dilating.

Crowley was excited about something.

“Crowley?” She stepped back towards him and looked at him curiously. “What is it? What do you… oh.” She turned to follow his gaze only to meet a familiar sight.

Tracy, another member of the Tadfield community, was walking along the other side of the park with her companion. Anathema knew him as Aziraphale, a cat person that’s been with Tracy since Anathema and her first met. He was quiet, polite, and soft spoken. He also tended to hide his feline side, or at least it seemed so. He didn’t partake in a lot of normal cat person behaviors. It would have been impossible to tell that he was a cat person if it wasn’t for the pointed ears and huge fluffy tail.

“Who’s that?” Crowley whispered, not taking his eyes of the other cat and his human walking towards them.

“That’s just Tracy and Aziraphale. They live a few streets down from the cottage. Tracy’s nice. She sometimes invites me over for tea and a palm reading, for some reason.” Predicting the future was a little impractical for Anathema, who had a family heirloom that did it for her. She vaguely wondered if Crowley was threatened by the other cat’s presence, or if he was simply curious.

Either way, she didn’t get a chance to think about it much longer, because Crowley was off like a dart, sprinting towards the two.

“Crowley, wait!” The shouted after him, but it was no use. Crowley was remarkably fast, and there’s no way she’d be able to catch up with him in time.

***

He sprinted at full speed to the new cat. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but he needed to meet him.

He was there in a matter of seconds.

“Oh! Hello, dearie.” The redhead woman next to the new cat said once he darted up to them. “I haven’t seen you around here yet. Are you new to Tadfield?”

Crowley ignored her in favor of staring down the new cat.

The new cat (Aziraphale, Anathema had said) was so, so fluffy. He wore a cream-colored coat and was dressed in an outfit that must have gone out of style at least two centuries ago. His ears, tail, and hair were also a creamy white color, and it suited him perfectly. His stormy eyes shone beautifully in the low light of the overcast day. He looked a little nervous if his folded ears and low swaying tail were any indication.    

Crowley didn’t ever think he’d have the strength to look away from such a cat.

“Hi,” Crowley said lamely, but his eyeful of the pretty kitty before him was too mesmerizing. You couldn’t blame him for forgetting the more human forms of introductions. For now, he let his tail and ears do a good amount of the talking. “I’m Crowley. You’re really fluffy.”

“Oh, um…” The other cat dithered, wringing his hands together a bit. “Hello there. I’m Aziraphale, and… Thank you, I suppose?” Despite his obvious nervous attitude, it seems he was also becoming curious with his fluffy white tail slowly raising up in a way that began to match Crowley’s.

“Crowley, what the hell!” Anathema finally came up to them, out of breath from trying to keep up with Crowley. She turned to Tracy to apologize. “Sorry, Tracy. He’s new here, and he’s staying with me for a bit.”

“Oh, that’s certainly alright, dearie.” Tracy said cheerily, patting Anathema’s arm in consolation. “It’s good to see another cat person in Tadfield finally. Besides my dear Aziraphale, there haven’t been any other cat people around in years.” She leaned in close to Anathema to whisper, “It also seems like your friend here has taken a liking to Aziraphale.”

Crowley ignored both of them as they spoke to each other in harsh whispers. None of that mattered. All that mattered was the beauty before him. Emboldened by Aziraphale’s now upright tail, Crowley pushed his face in closer to Aziraphale’s and began sniffing around for his sent. He smelled like old books and hot cocoa. Crowley thought he might just die from the fuzzy warm feeling brought to his chest by the sent.

Aziraphale, however, looked nervous again, even if he wasn’t backing away or hissing at Crowley. His eyes were darting between Crowley’s face and to the side where his human, Tracy, was. Actually, if you looked closely, you could see his nose twitching a bit as if he wanted to sniff back. As if he wanted to greet Crowley in the same manner as well, but for some reason couldn’t.

“You know,” Tracy said loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. “It’s been quite a while since we’ve caught up, hasn’t it, Anathema? Why don’t we all head to mine for a spot of tea? Then you and I can catch up while the kitties socialize, hm?”

“Yes,” Crowley said without looking away from Aziraphale, but paused to consider the other cat’s preferences. “Er, that is, if it’s alright with you, Aziraphale.” He finally backed off a little bit, now suddenly realizing that he was kind of right in Aziraphale’s face.

Crowley’s heart lept into his throat when Aziraphale followed him as he backed up, keeping close. Aziraphale was leaning towards him now, still curious.

“Actually,” Aziraphale said, looking at Crowley with renewed interest. “I think I’d rather like that, yes.”

“Then it’s settled!” Tracy clapped her hands eagerly, not asking Anathema her opinion, not that Anathema would refuse. “Teatime at mine, then. Come along, boys, best not dawdle. I’m sure you’ll have a lot to sniff about once we settle down.” And with that, she turned back around, gathering Anathema’s arm as she made her way back to her home, making idle chatter with Anathema all the while.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Crowley,” Aziraphale said softly once he and Crowley were walking side by side. “I’ll admit, it has been a while since I’ve seen, er, one of my kind around here. I do apologize if I’m not up to scratch with common mannerisms, as it were.”

“Oh, no need to worry about that,” Crowley said with a happy smirk. “I’ve got enough scratch for both of us.” He lifted up his hand to show off his sharp black claws.

“Oh! Well then, I suppose you do.” His cheeks were beginning to turn a wonderful pinkish color, and Crowley already knew by the feeling in his chest that he had it bad for this cat.

Crowley would have inwardly groaned to himself if he wasn’t busy being terribly infatuated, but the back of his mind supplied him with the thought that Aziraphale was most definitely the cat’s meow.

[Fic based on @hg-meow​ ‘s Catboy Omens art]

[hg-aneh]

THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT THE HELL

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SO 👏

someone mentioned my other catboy omens stuff in a few tags (thank you btw <3) and I decided I'd just dump all of it in a single post outside of the main tag

... I've spammed enough of my things on it today

*cough* Here's that post :D

(Backstory sketchy ass comics under the cut)

(Yes, that's Eve)

(Madame Tracy and Aziraphale are adoptive siblings in this :D)

CW for grooming and SA attempt committed by one (1) Lucifer on this next one.

It's nothing explicit but it's definitely heavily implied.

And ofc I left it there bc I got distracted with other things.

Sorry if the story and dialogue are wack, I'm not a writer and english ain't my native language.

This is all before Azi and Crow meet, they were supposed to have a really cool adventure with lots of feelings after this, but... yknow what happened

Also dont think for a second that Azi had it any easier, my boy was declawed and forced to act more human before he got adopted skgkd

If there's any questions (of course there are, I didn't explain shit for the sake of not making this post any longer than it already is sjgbc), I'd be pleased to answer them

I'm sad that I couldnt bring myself to do anything with them romancing around besides those two first drawings

But at least there's this

Thank you if you survived this post, have a free cookie and a lovely day 🍪

[nik-knight]

Tracy’s home looked like any other countryside cottage from the outside. There were the usual flowering shrubs along the footpath to the front door and a few verdant plants resting in the front window boxes. It perfectly matched any other home that you would find resting in the English countryside.

The inside… not so much.

It was as if the home was split in two.

One section of it looked like it was used to hold seances meant to speak to the dead. There were mystical doodads lying about the shelves and tables and more candles than should be allowed in a home with so many flammable tablecloths and shawls about. Crowley was even sure he saw a crystal ball lying around among the paranormal paraphernalia.

The other side of the home looked more or less like a library. It was nothing but shelves upon shelves of books all laid out in some order that didn’t look like it used any sort of known sorting system. There was perhaps the odd stool or side table that housed a teacup or coffee mug atop them, but otherwise it was near identical to an antique bookshop.

“I’ll go and put the kettle on for the tea then, dears,” Tracy announced once the front door was closed. “Aziraphale dear, why don’t you show Crowley to your reading nook while Anathema and I catch up as the kettle boils?”

“Are you sure you don’t need any help, madame?” Aziraphale looked like he was split between wanting to prepare the tea and also not wanting to leave Crowley by himself if his tail swaying lowly side-to-side towards Crowley was any indication. His ears, Crowley noted as well, were laid flat in a way he knew some cat-folk used to look demure, but one ear, the one closest to Crowley, was twitching towards him, as if checking that the other cat was still there.

“Oh, nonsense, dear. I’m sure you’re excited to talk to your new guest, so let me prepare it this time. Lord knows Anathema and I have a bit of catching up to do, don’t you think so, dear?”

“Sure, Tracy” said Anathema, not hesitating to follow Tracy into the kitchen. Soon it was just Aziraphale and Crowley left at the entrance.

“Well then,” Aziraphale turned towards Crowley with a shy, but excited smile. His tail slowly lifted from its low swaying position to a higher, interested one. “Shall we?” He inclined his head over to the more library-looking part of the house.

“Lead the way.” Crowley put on his best flirty smirk, but hoped it wasn’t skewed by the strange fluttering feeling he got in his belly from the thought of Aziraphale showing him his territory. It wasn’t the same for all cat people, but it was common knowledge that a cat’s personal space was their sanctuary, and someone poking their nose in a cat’s home could likely lead to a few claws to the face.

Though here Aziraphale was, happily guiding Crowley into the depths of his personal den. Crowley was suddenly overcome with that same cozy scent of hot cocoa and old books (well now he knew where the book smell came from), but this time it was coming from everywhere. He was led into the maze of shelves only to find that it ended in a little enclosed area towards the back. It was covered on all sides with either a wall or a wall-length bookshelf closing it off from the rest of the world. Against the back wall rested an old, overstuffed sofa that had a few throw blankets lying over the back. It looked large and wide enough to hold two people napping side-by-side together.

Why was that the image that came to Crowley’s head?

Also, inside the ‘reading nook’ (that was definitely Aziraphale’s cat den) was another side table, a standing coat rack, and a wall lamp that was shining a cozy yellow light across the nook, making it look like the most comfortable place for a cat nap.

“I do apologize for the mess, dear. I’m afraid I hadn’t had the chance to spruce the place up.” Aziraphale carefully slipped off his oxford shoes and divested himself of his coat before hanging it up on the coatrack. He then turned to Crowley and reached his hand out, smiling kindly to him in a way Crowley wasn’t sure he’d ever seen someone do with him besides Eve. Crowley blushed as he stared down at Aziraphale’s soft hand. He wasn’t sure what Aziraphale wanted from him, but he was having an awfully hard time not stretching his neck out to rub his cheek all over the backs of those knuckles.

“I know it can get a bit stuffy in this area, so I usually don’t have my coat on when I read back here,” said Aziraphale, mercifully snapping Crowley’s mind away from wherever it was trying to go with that train of thought.

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, uh…” He pulled his coat off his shoulders quickly and placed it gently in Aziraphale’s outstretched hand. The shining smile he got in return made him want to rip the shirt off his back and give that to him, too.

Wait, no, stop thinking weird thoughts in front of this angel of a cat, idiot!

And an angel he was. Even here, the soft glow of the wall lamp silhouetted his fluffy curls and ears enough to form a halo of soft, fuzzy light around him. Crowley felt like he was melting, but it had nothing to do with the supposed stuffiness of the room.

Crowley watched as Aziraphale gingerly sat down on the sofa and wiggled happily into his seat to get comfortable.

“Well, do make yourself at home, dear.” Aziraphale patted the open space beside him to beckon him.

Crowley, already despising that there was any amount of space between them, kicked his shoes off and more-or-less leaped onto the couch next to the angel-cat. He landed squarely on the cushion, just barely remembering not to use his claws to try to stick to the fabric. He squatted down put his hands down on the cushion in front of him and faced Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looked slightly startled by Crowley’s leap, but before Crowley even had a chance to worry, Aziraphale’s face lit up in amazement.

“Goodness! That was quite a leap! A rather agile fellow, aren’t you?”

Crowley swore he could see stars dazzling in those beautiful green eyes.

“Yeh, a bit.” He shrugged, playing it off as cool as he could. “Never know when you’re gonna need to skedaddle in a hurry. Gotta say though, Anathema isn’t a fan of me sitting on top of the fridge. Says she gets nervous that she’s gonna shut my tail in one day.”

Aziraphale’s face crinkled up a bit when he chuckled, and Crowley was scarcely prouder of himself in that moment than he’d ever been in his whole life.    

They were briefly interrupted when Tracy showed up with a tray of tea, but Aziraphale simply thanked her and set the tray aside on the side table. Neither one of them were particularly interested in tea at the moment. Aziraphale was rather eager to continue his conversation with the other cat before him.

“I would have liked to see that. Not that I’d want your poor tail getting caught, though.” Aziraphale blinked at Crowley, then seemed shocked at something. The next thing Crowley knew, there were two emerald-green eyes right up in his face, looking at him like he was a marvel. “Oh, my dear! You have slit pupils! I’ve never actually seen a cat that still has that particular gene!”

That wasn’t surprising considering that traditional slit pupils were almost completely bred out of cats in the last few centuries. Seeing a cat with slit pupils was a rare sight, and they were often associated with being more animalistic. Unfortunately, that meant they were also associated with being feral and dangerous. Hence the sunglasses.

But those had seemed to have fallen off at some point, likely during his great leap onto the couch. And now Aziraphale was staring him down in wonder, which was strange to Crowley since all he ever got when exposing his eyes were worried faces or grimaces of disgust.

“Er, yeah. They’re pretty uncommon but they’ve upset a lot of people in the past, so I usually keep them covered. Sorry about that…” He tried not to think of all the potential adoptions he missed out on in his kittenhood based on the looks he got whenever his eyes were exposed. He turned to look anywhere but Aziraphale, hoping to find his glasses in the process.

“Whyever would you do that?” asked Aziraphale, sounding distressed. Crowley looked back at him to find him pouting a little. “They’re so beautiful! They look like pools of golden sunlight.”

Crowley paused, only managing to blink once in response before going: “…Really?”

“Oh, yes! Aziraphale sat up straight again, looking satisfied with himself for stupefying Crowley. “Most definitely so. I find them quite charming, actually.” The base of his super fluffy tail twitched once, proving his statement to be true. “Is that the reason young Anathema chose you as her companion? I perhaps thought it was because a witch was not complete without a black cat, and she does so have a penchant for witchcraft.” He giggled at his own assumption, probably believing the black cat thing to be a joke.

Though part of it was true: black cats were still thought of in that kind of light, even in the modern day. Witchcraft, curses, and bad luck. That’s all some people thought of black cats. If it wasn’t the eyes that kept him from being adopted, then it was likely the color of his fur that kept people away. It wasn’t uncommon that black cats were usually the ones who were stuck in shelters the longest, and Crowley was just another example of that. Just a demon wrapped in fur.

Though that wasn’t what threw him off.

“I’m… not actually Ana’s companion.” He was hoping to keep this conversation out of their lovely afternoon chat, but it seemed inevitable at this point. “She’s just fostering me as a favor to a friend.”

Aziraphale’s mirthful expression soon turned to one of confusion and concern.

“Oh?”

“Yeah…” Crowley looked away and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I’m… I’m still a shelter cat, actually. They just thought it’d be a good idea for me to get out of the shelter for a bit. You know, to get some fresh air and all.” By the time he eventually looked back at Aziraphale, the angel looked devastated.

“You mean, you’re not staying in Tadfield?” He quickly backpedaled and amended his question. “I mean, how is it possible you’ve never been adopted? You’re a very handsome cat; I’m sure any family would be honored to have you. That just doesn’t make any sense!”      

Crowley just shrugged, not wanting Aziraphale to pity him like this.

“Nah, I’m not… Well, I’ve been adopted a few times, but it never stuck, you know? None of them were good fits, and well... Well, no one really wants used goods either, really, so it’s not that big of a surprise.”

He had hoped that would quell Aziraphale’s protests, and they could leave that at that, but now Aziraphale was looking at him more intently, as if he was missing an integral part of the picture and Crowley just hadn’t given it to him yet.

“What do you mean by ‘used goods?’ Surely no one would know one way or the other if you’d tried other families before…?”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed he’d mentioned that.

Yet somehow, he couldn’t leave Aziraphale’s inquiries unanswered. He looked so desperate to understand, that keeping him in the dark seemed cruel. Especially with that concerned look that was directed full force at Crowley. He wasn’t sure he could get used to that.

“It’s nothing serious,” he began trying to play it off. He just wanted to make his point without thinking about it too much. It wouldn’t do them any good if he began to panic in the middle of their conversation. “I thought I had made it once. I thought I had found my forever home with one person, but… It didn’t go well, and I found my way back at the shelter again. I was a full-grown cat at that point, and I figured if I couldn’t have a home by then…” He let his sentence trial off. It hadn’t been the whole truth about what happened, but he didn’t want to share the rest of it yet. Aziraphale didn’t deserve that kind of burden, and Crowley didn’t want that kind of pity.

“Oh, Crowley, you mustn’t give up on yourself like that! Truly, I’ve only known your acquaintanceship for a short time, and I already really like you! I know you’ll be adopted soon!” He smiled so hopefully that Crowley almost believed him for a moment. “Buck up, dear. You’re a wonderful, handsome cat with many good years ahead of you.” Aziraphale leaned closer and patted Crowley’s leg. “You just need to give it a bit more time. I know for a fact that if I could, I would have adopted you in a heartbeat.” It must have taken a second for Aziraphale to think about what he said, because just a moment later, his face began to grow pinker around his cheeks and just above his belled bowtie.

“…Really?” Crowley asked again, still stunned by the angel-cat’s words.

“Well… yes,” Aziraphale admitted. His face was still flushed like a beat and getting redder, so Crowley decided not to press any more than that.

“Well, thanks… Um, enough about me, though, what about you, then?

“Pardon?” Aziraphale’s face started returning to normal, though Crowley thought he flushed up nicely when flustered.

“You and your person. Tracy, right? You two seem like an odd pair. How’d that happen, eh?

Aziraphale’s face suddenly went from an adorable pink to a frightening white. He paled rather quickly and looked to the ground at his feet. His tail wrapped up close around his lap and stomach, and his ears flattened out again.

“Oh, it’s not the most exciting story, you know. The usual, I suppose. I was fortunate enough to be assigned as a young kit. I knew Tracy since she was a child, and we’ve stuck together since then. You know. All quite standard, I assure you.”

Well now Crowley was curious. On one hand, he didn’t want to press Aziraphale too much and make him uncomfortable. On the other, that damned curiosity that had always gotten him in trouble was back at it again, and this time in full force. Truthfully, he wanted to know everything about Aziraphale. When was he adopted? What kind of institution did he come from? Was he the only cat in his home? Why did he call his adoption an “assignment”?

He wanted to know everything.

And so, he asked.

“Sounds like it’s more than that. What was your shelter like? I bet you came from one of the fancy ones down south, eh? I bet you had your own room with an en suite bathroom and fancy fixtured lighting, right?” he teased. He knew there were some nicer shelters out there. His wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t like one of those “purebred houses” that he’d heard about in the past. Those were supposed to be fancy.

“Um…” Aziraphale dithered in his response. He simply wrung his hands together strangely so that the tips of his fingers were tucked under his hands. “Well—”

“Crowley!” called out Anathema from the other side of the little library. “We should be getting back to the cottage. It’s starting to get dark out.”

“Oh dear.” Aziraphale, looking half relieved and half disappointed, fished out his watch from his waistcoat and looked at the time. “Oh, it is getting late. Here, let me walk you to the door, my dear.”

They collected their coats (and Crowley found his glasses), and both of them walked, rather slowly, back to the front door where Tracy and Anathema were wrapping up whatever conversation they were having.  

“Oh, don’t worry dears,” Tracy said, seeming to notice how downtrodden both of the cats looked at the thought of separating. “If you two like, we could arrange another meeting of sorts while Crowley’s in Tadfield. After all, it’s not like we’re going anywhere.”

“Oh, yes!” Aziraphale’s ears instantly perked up, and his tail instinctively wrapped itself around Crowley’s waist.

Crowley believed he deserved every medal in the world for the effort it took not to scream, melt, and swoon at the same time. Though he was sure he couldn’t keep the blush away as he felt the heat rushing to his face. Well played, Aziraphale. (Aziraphale for his part didn’t seem at all to notice that his tail took on a mind of its own when he wasn’t paying attention.)

“Ssssure,” Crowley nodded while trying to keep himself from burying his face in Aziraphale’s fur and never leaving. “Whatever Aziraphale wants I’m fine with…”

“Oh, that’s just splendid! Anathema dear, just give us a ring whenever it’s convenient for you, and we’ll set up a time.”

“Sounds good to me.” Anathema nodded and checked her phone for the time. “I’ll call tomorrow when I’m free. But for now, we should probably head back before it gets dark.”

“Of course, dears, mind how you go, yes?”

“I do so look forward to seeing you again, dear.” Aziraphale gave Crowley another smile that Crowley was sure could light up the black chasm in his chest for the rest of forever.

“Yeah, same here, angel.” Crowley gathered up all his will power to be able to step away from the comforting warmth of Aziraphale’s tail. “See ya.”

And although there was probably supposed to be some sort of somber silence that filled the air after the other two left, the evening was not quiet.

Still, Aziraphale would not be as aware (as Tracy was) about just how very loud he was purring.

“He called me angel.”

[hg-aneh]

hOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN AAAAA

[hg-aneh]

SO 👏

someone mentioned my other catboy omens stuff in a few tags (thank you btw <3) and I decided I'd just dump all of it in a single post outside of the main tag

... I've spammed enough of my things on it today

*cough* Here's that post :D

(Backstory sketchy ass comics under the cut)

(Yes, that's Eve)

(Madame Tracy and Aziraphale are adoptive siblings in this :D)

CW for grooming and SA attempt committed by one (1) Lucifer on this next one.

It's nothing explicit but it's definitely heavily implied.

And ofc I left it there bc I got distracted with other things.

Sorry if the story and dialogue are wack, I'm not a writer and english ain't my native language.

This is all before Azi and Crow meet, they were supposed to have a really cool adventure with lots of feelings after this, but... yknow what happened

Also dont think for a second that Azi had it any easier, my boy was declawed and forced to act more human before he got adopted skgkd

If there's any questions (of course there are, I didn't explain shit for the sake of not making this post any longer than it already is sjgbc), I'd be pleased to answer them

I'm sad that I couldnt bring myself to do anything with them romancing around besides those two first drawings

But at least there's this

Thank you if you survived this post, have a free cookie and a lovely day 🍪

[fael-draws]

[Projekt: Funball]

I’m in fact still devastated that Essek got basically ignored after all that. Time constraint my beloathed…

In my heart he had the complete breakdown he deserves after they had time to sit down for a bit.

[steelsuit]

Into The Blue Sea 🌊