#notniice

[tricksterreformed-a]

@notniice

“Hey, can I ask you a personal question?” He didn’t bother waiting for a response. “Have you ever considered wearing those neon shutter-shades?  I think they’d really make the rest of your outfit pop.”

[sadnessruns]

[ @notniice gets a fallen jibril au because fuck i need that ]

It all hurt everywhere, his wings, all six of them hurt the most. The six bright blue and white wings felt heavy, felt like they were on fire. His body was sore and heavy, his stomach churning in his stomach. “Fuck,” his voice was hoarse and tired, the curse slurring from his mouth. Purple eyes looked up, where was he? He didn’t recognize it at all. “Where--” He stretched his wings and whined, all six of them felt broken and they hurt so much. He tried to push himself up and he limped towards the closest door he could find. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Never had Jibril felt this scared in his life, yet here he was, the messenger of -- former messenger of God, broken and weak. 

[thebadtimewolf]

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“Is it good or bad that I’m unfazed by this entire predicament we’re in?” She had asked as she leaned against her hand, pressed against the wall as support. Which was a good question to ask considering that most would have panicking but, she felt...nothing. Nothing at all and that feeling itself had given her a hint of self-concern.

[lilivmcandidum]

* interview the muse

[ @heavenlyxrunaway & @crowleyisms & @notniice ] ‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

❛ ...I... Assume I’ll just say the least embarrassing one, obviously.  I have a bit of an issue with clothes shopping. I just... really like human fashion, I suppose.   ❜

[fraternizes-with-demons-blog]

What Peace Brings

@notniice

Perhaps the biggest middle finger to either of their sides was how smoothly the two celestial beings got on after their successful thwarting of certain Ineffable Plans. As if nothing had happened.

Their lunch (Aziraphale’s lunch and Crowley’s selection of wines) was fantastic. As it always had to be at the Ritz. The Angel jabbered about everything that happened, recounting finer details and enjoying every second he got to speak candidly and openly with his best friend. He felt free for once. A feeling that was always so fleeting as reality would take over. But not this time.

A few days into the newer, better reality, it still hardly felt real at all. Aziraphale would need to remind himself that things were better now, and there wouldn’t be any angry letters from Heaven in a good while. He hoped, at least. Angels could be tricky and quite mean when they wanted to be. A realization that the Principality hated to admit he discovered too late, with the added bonus of hating to admit Crowley was right all along.

He’d never admit that to his face, however.

The bookshop was closed. He might open up later for a couple of hours, he might not. Aziraphale busied himself searching for things that didn’t exist before the change in reality. Were he human he might have been dusting, but instead he was pulling down books to look through them, searching through stacks of them on tables, and looking through the private ones in his back office. Everything was better in some way.

Aziraphale wondered how Crowley fared this morning -- if he was even awake yet. They had been seeing each other often in just a few short days, only separating for the night when the Angel was antsy about his books. It worked out, he thought, as it seemed Crowley enjoyed sleeping anyway. Desiring a variety of breakfast foods, he decided that even if the Demon was still asleep, it was time to be up. He walked over to his rotary phone and sat on the antique high back chair beside it, dialing Crowley’s number as he did so. With the receiver to his ear, he waited, eager to hear his friend on the other side.

[booksattheritz]

@notniice continued from here

Aziraphale stared at him for a moment, not saying a word. “Alright, that’s enough. Nothing for you. You don’t deserve any kisses. Especially not from me.”

[crowleyisms]

notniice  A very long time ago, when he was once an Angel,...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have so much LOVE for Crowley and the stars.

[lilivmcandidum]

                                                                                  ( @notniice )

OF all the creatures Gabriel was expecting to come across, the demon was far from one of them. Gabriel couldn’t help the scowl that spread across his features, characterized by a furrowed brow and the downturn of the corner of his lips.

HOWEVER, despite having his differences with the demon, he didn’t seem to present a threat ( beyond the obvious immunity to holy water-- an unnerving revelation from Micheal, who kept tabs on the happenings beneath ). The fact the two had encountered each other was entirely by chance--- just some business in London and they were “lucky” enough to bump into another. 

Forcing a smile was easy enough, though the fakeness was evident by the way his eyes didn’t crease at the corners and edges of his lips twitched slightly. 

“Oh, if it isn’t the serpent of Eden himself-- interesting that we bumped into each other!”