#angelspoken

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“The Ritz? I like the crackers as much as the next person but, a restaurant of it seems a bit much, don’t you think?”

[killedinstead]

         “I hope you know I think this is all rubbish.” She had ever since she was at school. Oh yes ghosts could be real, there was no denying that, but communicating with spirits, anything that came close to being considered divination. She brought her cup of tea to her lips. “Though not as much as being a witch finder.” If they truly had any skill, her school and those who attended, would have long ago been discovered. 

@angelspoken II sc

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(ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞ | Crowley's voice is so present in your words - both his speech and actions hold the true depth of this complex character, and you evidently truly understand him and his motivations! ♥

i’m making this a mutual appreciation meme bc i can do that     //     accepting

thank you so much !!  and i am Indescribably Glad i have this opportunity to talk about how much i love your blog because hoo boy 

i remember reading one of your interactions with ineffablemum  &  seeing madame tracy calling God Herself ‘love’  &  inviting her to spend thursdays off in eastbourne with her as casually as anything, and just thinking: god she Would, that’s so her, it was Brilliant

your writing is so lovely  &  funny  (  much like madame tracy herself  ), you portray her so wonderfully  &   i love how much you love her. you very much stand out to me as a positive presence in this rpc, it’s super clear from what i see that you’re a sincerely kind  &  friendly person and it most certainly comes through not only in how you interact with everyone out of character but also in the detail  &  care with which you treat your muse, and it combines into making your writing such a genuine joy to read  &  see on the dash !

[omniishambles]

MADAM TRACY || @angelspoken​ continued from here! - - -

   “Mr who? What the fuck are you talking about, side effects of what?”

 It had been a long, long time since his vision had suffered this badly. When had it been last? When he was eighteen and couldn’t handle his vodka? Christ that felt such a long time ago, and he wasn’t cut out for this bullshit anymore.

 But why, was the question. Malcolm squinted suspiciously at her and then at the empty tea cup on the table. Or as best he could, anyway.

   “Christ, woman, did you drug me or something?” He could only just make out her worried face with the blurriness, but fuck that, it was what she’d said that he was concerned about.  

 Malcolm fished his phone out of his jacket pocket and went to dial for an ambulance, but it promptly dived out of his hand and skittered under the table. 

   “Oh for fucks sake!”

[shtriver]

             ‘ so  you’re  saying  --- ‘      clink,  he  sets  his  teacup  carefully  back  down  on  its  saucer,  backwards  hands  folding  on  the  table  as  his  claws  click  restlessly  under  the  illusion.      ‘ so  you’re  saying,  i  could  like.   talk  to  my  AUNTIE’S  GHOST  or  something  if  i  wanted  to.   like,  for  real.   you  just  .  .  .  call  her  up  or  some  shite? ‘

@angelspoken  /  STARTER  CALL !

[omniishambles]

“ i’m dying for a cup of tea. ” ( for malcolm !! )

   “Oh, sorry, darlin’, I’m sorry- do I look like a secretary?”

[omniishambles]

“ sometimes things are just strange! ” ( for jillian!! )

   “Truer words were never spoken.” Jillian agreed, hand on her heart and fascinated by this friendly but slightly eccentric looking British woman. Then again, weren’t they all meant to be a little kooky over the pond?

 The younger woman smiled, eyebrows raised as she leaned in a little closer to her and lowered her voice, almost conspiratorial.

   “But uhhh, have you seen something strange…in your neighborhood?”

[omniishambles]

“ what does it matter? science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but i’d far rather be happy than right any day. ” ( for az!! )

   “Science? Well, yes, I suppose so, once humans got the hang of things. Though you do get rather carried away, you know. Humans that is, my dear, not you specifically.”

 Not that he was complaining, oh no. Regardless of the brief sweep of anxiety he felt every time he had to get into the Bentley, cars were a marvelous way to get about. Perhaps not at ninety miles an hour, but still…more comfortable than the bus anyway. And the company was far superior.

 Aziraphale had been munching on a biscuit, dabbing any stray crumbs away from his mouth fastidiously with a handkerchief. He brushed a few away from the table and his trousers, taking a moment to contemplate what she’d said.

   “Happiness is truly a gift, but…would you really mind never being right? Not that it matters! We can’t be right all the time, of course, any one of us. It’s just…well. Being wrong can be simply dreadful, can’t it?”