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[kinning-aziraphale]

crowley gets this hungry look whenever aziraphale eats something pleasurable. like, damn, you want to slither onto that angel like an apple tree!

[thebeegbuzz]

Not in as much pain as i was worried about being in (i had good reason my back was on fuckin FIRE last night) so time to torture Disco a bit

Obligatory Warning: This post is focused on Red Weeks and while not graphic i advise skipping this one if you're uncomfortable with the topic.

Charlie having had shorter red weeks than average but as a result experiencing the everything thats usually spread across the span of 4-5 days in the first 2. By the time he gains an audience with Prophet he's been on T long enough that he just gets phantom pain in his lower back and phantom cramps and he eventually got The Surgery once it was something he could actually afford.

NASTY lower back pain within 12-48 hours of an impending red week that has him down and out for a bit because moving too much feels like hellfire.

Emotional dependence on iron supplements and sweet treats (pre-HRT)/persistent but not obsessive craving for sweet treats and chocolate (Post-HRT)

Sulky as FUCK about being on "light duty" (writing/editing and scheduling) after The Surgery to the point where Hemlock had to bring Timbers to keep him company due to Charlie needing a mood boost to keep his mind off the fact he cant play the drums for a bit.

He is NOT prone to mood swings but the pain and general discomfort makes him quieter and drowsier than usual to the point where any upcoming concerts are 2 weeks away so they still get a full week of practice

This man is clingy as FUCK when Hemlock finally steps in to bring him home with him to ride it out. Soon as hes swaddled in a blanket thats it. Hemlock's personal space becomes their personal space due to how warm Hemlock is and he is not allowed to move once Charlie makes himself comfortable with him as a pillow. (And Hemlock does use it as an excuse to get out of doing shit)

Hemlock knowing a LOT more about the topic of red weeks than the rest of the guys (bar Disco) cuz there's no fuckin way that he HASN'T done rallies, protests, fundraisers etc revolving around gender tax, women's rights, lgbtq rights and other topics deemed "controversial" by bigots

Charlie finding the fact Hemlock had to sit Benny down to explain things to him endearing but also highly amusing because Benny had forgotten he was trans and had (rightfully) immediately assumed he had gotten hurt more than previously thought during his most recent fight

Benny tending to lightly run his hand through Charlie's hair to soothe when Hemlock isn't around and it being paired with Hemlock absentmindedly kneading his thigh when he is around

[kinning-aziraphale]

i adore gentle crowley but a crowley who is obsessive and possessive. he's been obsessed with this angel since before he fell. at first it was just a little crush, but then it turned into something suffocating. it gets worse after he falls. crowley's been watching him ever since he became a serpent. wondering what the taste of angel flesh would be like between his fangs. imagining what it would be like to make aziraphale pliant with snake venom so crowley could take care of him. been stalking him for 6,000 years. keeping his snake eyes on the angel, like watching a prey. aziraphale knows he's always there, slithering, hissing, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

[theworldthroughmachara]

My hands are cold so who volunteers to hold them between your own???

[rrabastan-blog]

“If she finds me because you didn’t shut up, I’ll murder you.”

[bastardswxrd]

He looked calm, but beneath his even expression, Bezi wrestled with panic. Coming to Raven Rock, he hadn't expected the ash to be so thick, in the air or on the ground. It threatened to choke him, and while it smelled and tasted different, it brought him horrible memories of Pompeii and the damage wrought by Vesuvius.

His eyes raked over the low hump that formed the ceiling of the Retching Netch. Enclosed underground spaces weren't exactly his friend, but... Dunmer buildings were strong, and he was in need of a drink.

Shouldering his way inside- the door was both too low and too narrow for him, he was a rather impressive sight. He had facial structures that one would assign to a handsome Nord; a strong jaw, a noble nose, and eyes that sought out a fight. His powerful frame suggested a battle hardened Nord, but leaned towards the awesome build of an orc as well. His skin tone rested somewhere skin to a well tanned Imperial, or perhaps a pale Redguard, with freckles all over, but the long taperedears peeking out of his dirty blond hair suggested elvish descent. The fangs revealed when he opened his mouth hinted at vampire, or perhaps even Daedra, and there was certainly a measure of mystical power that seemed to hang around him like a cloud.

All of this painted an impressive enough picture, but the supple black armor- glittering blue in just the right light- he wore, and the huge red sword that rested on his back just kind of pulled it all together. On a man of lesser stature and air, it could have looked foolish, but on his broad shoulders with his weathered face, it was at the very least striking. It could very easily be terrifying, if someone choose to test him.

[theworldisone]

https://soundcloud.com/lightoftransfer/svper-spce-crnivl