i'm a demon. i lied.

former demon, hated by heaven, loathed by hell. how will a hero cope?

[sauntereddownward]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔳𝔞𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 ;;

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[onlywantlove]

—haircut, noah kahan

[putaind3merde]

[sauntereddownward]

// also my baby raphael ........... my sweet angel ........ (i cant believe i got the slowly greying until they're fully black wings right)

[mcflymemes]

A WHOLE BUNCH OF QUESTIONS *  assorted questions i just came up with, adjust as necessary.

where did you find this?

you really thought this would work?

was it something i said?

have you been keeping this from me the whole time?

would you help me zip this in the back?

are you paying attention to me?

when were you going to tell me the truth?

who are you, really?

will you help me lift this?

where did this even come from?

who gave you this?

where did you learn to shoot like that?

did you ever think it would come to this?

when did you know?

do you believe in ghosts?

are you telling me the truth?

does it ever stop hurting?

would you pass that to me?

would you ever consider... us?

can you turn the lights off when you go?

maybe you could give me a massage?

was that a good idea?

do you think i was too harsh?

do you realize what you just did?

when's the last time you slept?

are you mocking me?

who taught you to use a sword?

was that fun? did you have a good time?

so when are we doing that again?

will you come upstairs?

what was that sound?

did anyone follow you?

do you think we're alone?

will you stay with me? keep me company for the night?

do you regret sleeping with me?

would you take that pot off the stove for me?

would you teach me how to fight?

will you promise to tell me the truth?

why did you lie?

where did these guys come from?

should we call for help?

was that someone upstairs?

when were you supposed to be back?

could you try harder next time?

where did you find this?

what is the meaning of this?

what does the map say?

can you find an answer?

what if we run out of time?

when's the next game?

did you mean it? when you said you loved me?

why don't i believe you?

why are you making excuses?

when's the next train?

we're shit out of luck, aren't we?

why is it so cold in here?

would you please get up off your ass and help me?

was that so hard?

were you in love with me back then?

[sauntereddownward]

// love coming back to this blog and immediately finding the iwtv people hiiii

[aurorarpresources]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[loveinstreams]

listening to hozier like oh no this is about aziracrow now

[drjholtzmann]

Crowley drawing power up from Hell

bonus:

[sauntereddownward]

// i think we should talk more about how doors by noah kahan is a crowley song You're putting money on red, I'm a sure bet at a losing streak I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up 'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look

[rzhkch]

🫃

[sauntereddownward]

// also my baby raphael ........... my sweet angel ........ (i cant believe i got the slowly greying until they're fully black wings right)

[sauntereddownward]

// also i felt so validated as a crowle/jesus shipper from this one scene just so yall know jsadhflkjshd

[flypanegg]

previous art

[sauntereddownward]

                                    » [cheerfully] ‘i am in trouble!’ // @azrphl

𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 -- 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. so this hadn't exactly been what they'd thought would happen when aziraphale returned from ehaven. in fact, they're almost positive that the being glowing so brightly in the dimmly lit alleyway behind the brothel actually was the tried and true real angel. meerly a blury hallucination that'd their lonley, whiskey soaked, mind had conjured up. it wouldn't be the first time, after all. certainly couldn't be the last. they blink, bleery eyes behind sunglasses that threatened to slip off their nose and crack (again) against the concret.                       ❝      'ssssssssss not nice, not nice,      ❞         they slur, mostly to themselves, as they wag an uncoordinante finger in the direction of the being standing before them. no purple eyes. no gray suit. just aziraphale with a ball of cloth swaddled in his arms for some blessed reaason that they couldn't put toegether for the life of them.                       ❝      'in trouble'. he wouldn't come to me anymore for that -- he's got ... he's got people. angelssss for that. loads of them. any of them could fix whatever messss he's gotten into. wouldn't need me anymore. doesssn't need me anymore.      ❞         the laugh that comes from them next is harsh, almost like a cough in the way it comes out too dry. too fast. sarcasm dripping like venom from lips and they crawl towards the 'angel'.

                      ❝      you --      ❞         they mumble, putting a hand out to touch his shin, fully expecting to pass through whatever drunken figment this was.

                      ❝      you are intterupting .. my very important passing out drunk time. ssssso -- shoo.      ❞         eyes go wide for a moment as they pat a very real, very solid leg. shifting up towards the angel's face too quickly and the world seems to slide sideways with him for a moment as they swallow, hard.                       ❝      angel?      ❞        

[atlantisaurum]

"if you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part"

- keaton henson (you)

[sauntereddownward]

The thing is, C.rowley would always choose humanity. The first job he had as an angel he was told the universe only has 6000 years to run before God would stop it. He fought to hopefully stop that with the rebel angels. Fell. Did a shitty job making life harder for humans but always did Just enough no one else would replace him to make life worse.

He adverted the first apocalypse to save humanity because they loved it. Loved the music. The cars. The movies. The alcohol. The plants. The stars. Left hell. Lived as a human as much as they could (poorly – by the way – because he still relied on miracles). Found Gabriel. Watched him and Beebz be in love and leave. Finally had hope he could leave with the love of his existence who left HIM for heaven.

And yet he still stayed in w.ickerber street to watch the bookshop. Never hated the humans who took his b.ently. Who threatened to burn the bookshop. Hated how rigged the universe was because G*d made it that way. Because there was no free will because everything was Her sick game. 

Finally stopped the second apocalypse and found that there was nothing left. No humans. No earth. No universe. Gone. Just four celestial beings and a bookshop. All that work and effort and everything still ended after 6000 years. The one question they’d always had. The one thing they’d never understood and always wanted to stop. 

Why would C.rowley be happy with that? A.ZIRAPHALE wanted to be in the bookshop with C.rowley for eternity. Finally he was ready to run away from it all like Crowley had seemingly wanted. To run off to A.lpha C.enturi – but it was C.rowley’s time to realize that would never make them happy. 

So that’s why C.rowley’s decision is so in character. They love humanity. They love how good and evil and human incarnate they can be. (The line he says is actually straight from the original novel. Another wonderful easter egg.) 

So that’s why they sacrificed never being able to be happy for it. Because they could!!! Save !! what they’ve loved and wanted to save for 600 years!!