homesick for familiar trees

post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most.

i love this idea i’m so excited >:) tysm @carry-the-sky, @ineffabildaddy, @depraveddame for tagging me!

1. With devoted hands on a flatter chest Crowley has been finding divinity in his body, too. Heaven for someone told he wasn’t meant for it.

2. “Crowley, I will break that thing in half.”

3. You can’t kill need without want growing bigger, hungrier, and Crowley’s only grown more ravenous as he starved for oxygen.

mixing it up for tbt this week with a new tag game: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most.

(apparently tumblr poll answers have an 80-character limit so uh. rip if you're a wordy bitch like me)

and a wordy bitch honorable mention:

Dagon, Master of Torments (on a bad day), Lord of the Files (on a worse one), was absolutely smashing this ‘being human’ thing, if they said so themselves.

Thanks, @carry-the-sky, for tagging me. The Guidelines: mixing it up for tbt this week with a new tag game: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most.

Which of these snippets from my WIPs intrigues you the most?

WIP 1 - Walking Dogs After Midnight

“Aren’t you a handsome devil!” Aziraphale purred seductively. “You look so striking in your black coat.”

Seeing that the object of his attention had stopped shaking, Aziraphale carefully lowered himself to the ground. It appeared that wooing would take some time. WIP 2 - Augmented Reality

Crowley blew into the bookshop like the March breeze weaving its way through the streets of Soho, pausing briefly to appreciate the tinkle of the bell overhead. It was his favourite sound, although he’d never admit it. He caught Aziraphale’s eye and saw him quietly nudge the tablet he had been looking at across the desk.

Placing his Valentino sunglasses atop the bronze of a rearing horse worth far less than his eyewear, Crowley noted a message floating in the air above Aziraphale’s head. It read “Aziraphale (Good Omens) has a penis.”  WIP 3 - Galavant Theme Song Parody (IYKYK)

The one we’re speaking of He was his one true love A bastard angel, called Aziraphale Shy looks and lusty stares Soft touches when he dares Awaiting rescue in a Bastille prison WIP 4 - I Can Read You Like an Open Book

“I believe you’re wrong, Maggie. The flowery words, the big romantic gestures—they’re not unrealistic at all. My objection to the story is the assumption that they are in any way, an expression of actual love.” 

Aziraphale paused for a breath before continuing. “It’s obvious that Roderick wants, no needs, to win Penelope over. Not because he loves her. But because he can’t bear to lose. I’m so tired of reading stories in which we’re expected to moon over a hero who storms into a room and dramatically declares his love, but who can’t offer even minor consideration or care for his ‘lady love’ on a daily basis. Does one stunning moment make up for the drip, drip, drip of daily disdain and disrespect?” A deep hush fell over the bookshop. Sensing the shock coming off the other book group members, Aziraphale pulled back. He had obviously let his feelings about his recently ended—although not recently enough; he should have dumped Gabriel decades ago—relationship affect his reading of the novel.  WIP 5 - Paid to Attract

“Why can’t you meet someone at work? You’re a professor. You’re surrounded by smart people.”

“They all think I’m a flash bastard. You meet Graham Norton one time and every thinks you're an arsehole.”

“How about Graham Norton?”

“He’s a wanker.”

“Really?”

“No, he’s actually a good bloke. But he’s taken.”  WIP 6 - Crowley's Day Out

He swaggers off, his meat and two veg swinging in the breeze. "This feels kinda nice." WIP 7 - House at Pooh Corner Parody

Zira-the-pooh sat up in the middle of the night and listened. He got out of bed, lit his candle, and stumped across the room to see if anybody was trying to steal his priceless Austen first editions, and they weren't, so he stumped back again, blew out his candle, and got into bed. Then he heard the noise again.

"Is that you, Piglet?" he said.

But it wasn't.

"Come in, Christopher Robin," he said.

But Christopher Robin didn't.

"Tell me about it tomorrow, Eeyore," said Pooh sleepily.

But the noise went on.

"Worraworraworraworraworra," said Whatever-it-was, and Pooh found that he wasn't asleep after all.

Thank you for tagging me @carry-the-sky!

Post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most.

WIP 1:

You see, the plant was the only thing blocking Crowley's nether regions. His naked nether regions. His naked nether regions that were attached to his body, which was also very, very naked.

WIP 2:

They don't make it to the settee. A few steps and Crowley's legs buckle. Oh, fuck, he collapses to the floor, body crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut… that then promptly takes a header off its little puppet stage into the audience.

WIP 3:

“They've slotted me between the Anatolian Shepherd Dogs and the Angled Sunbeam Caterpillars, actually.”

“Oooh, caterpillars for bunkmates,” said Crawly with no small amount of underlying venom. “Convenient. Should have plenty of room to stretch your legs, then.”

WIP 4:

Despite being omni-everything, the Lord did enjoy material objects immensely. God had made them, after all. They were God's things. God took great pleasure in admiring the weight, shape, and… ooh, ooh colour! Can't forget that. Colour was delightful.

(God would miss colour. Best make a note to create something like that the next time.)

sticky, breathless heat (E, 1.3k) - a guess the author eden ficlet by ineffabildaddy

They’ve been doing it for a while now. It’s practically all they’ve been doing over the past few days. Today, however, is the first time they have ever been caught in the act. An angel and a demon are watching them from the wall. It’s a long way down from there, but it’s a good vantage point if one is merely interested in getting the gist of it.

written for the @gomens-timeaftertime server's first gta event for the prompt 'classic'!

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

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