Jan 1, 2023
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
hehe, my secret saxton this year has been @sgt-scrimblo ! i hope you like my fic @dontneedadispenser
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
hehe, my secret saxton this year has been @sgt-scrimblo ! i hope you like my fic @dontneedadispenser
Beelzebub: Can you pass me the salt?
Satan: I don't know. Can you deliver my son appropriately?
Beelzebub: It was his fault!
Crowley: Oh, don't you look at me like that. We all know we wouldn't be in this situation if Lucifer didn't put me in charge
Lucifer: So now it's my fault!
Lilith: Can't we have a peaceful supper, like a normal family?
Aziraphale: We're not even part of this family! I'm his plus one and he doesn't have anything to do with you!
Beelzebub: Yeah, but he got us here in the first place and you'll be a wonderful substitute...
Belphegor: You can do that!
Remainzing 6 deadly sins: Shut up Belphegor, nobody likes you!
Aziraphale: wait what did you say?
Adam: I just wanted to have a normal dinner with my family...
(conclusion to the post apocalydidn't 7 princes of Hell/Deadly Sins family dinner discussion we had on the ace omens server)
wow i wrote something?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
if you guys check it out it would mean a world to me
Virtuous sinners
crying blood
screaming forgiveness
for their god
Covered in gold
and filled with shame,
they want to feel something
but their pain
Hear them, see them
children of none,
broken paradise
forgotten home
Untold stories
lies and songs,
the history of our people
of mice and crows
Stormy nights
Storms tend to scare children. Thunderbolts make loud unexplainable noises and lightning with its mysterious flashes of light, followed by the most absolute dark, doesn't help.
But as humans grow, sometimes they get to appreciate the ambience of stormy fall nights. Although one does not need to be human to understand their magic.
A couple of celestials enjoy this kind of weather in a quiet cottage. Cocoa and coffee in hand, they snuggle on a couch in front of the fireplace like they always do. There's something so familiar yet so distinct about this warm feeling, is it the rain? Is it the new cookie recipe? Or is it just love?
Whatever it is they cherish it.
The demon gently rocks himself further against the angels arms. He smiles and pets his hair passing a page from his book. The demon leaves the cup upon the table to embrace the angel. "You have me." His eyes speak,suddenly they're closed "I love you." He doesn't dare.
Aziraphale raises his head with both his hands staring directly into Crowley's soul "I know" He speaks and kisses his forehead.
Unsolved Omens (1/?)
Summary:
The Unsolved team investigates an eccentric English bookshop causing the reunion of two of the few rebel agents of Hell
(Words: 1428)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
me reading something i wrote months later because i got hit with imposter syndrome: fuck this is good
man, i am never submitting something for people to beta in a discord server.
THREE PEOPLE have commented that i should change "x was its" like, I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING. THIS CHARACTER USES IT/ITS PRONOUNS
each time someone tries to correct my grammar for using it/its pronouns i get filled with rage and murderous thoughts