Gotta say it’s very cathartic to know that this sarcastic little bastard was the romantic one all along
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Gotta say it’s very cathartic to know that this sarcastic little bastard was the romantic one all along

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Rating: PG Summary: Some people are born great. Some have greatness thrust upon them. And some – at a few weeks old – are punted across the universe in an escape module to save them from their planet’s destruction. I never asked to be a supervillain. I just sort of ricocheted vaguely downwards. Notes: Art is on hold for the moment, but have been okayed to proceed with posting of the fic :D
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With the swarm of not-Erics at his back and actual Eric by his side, Crowley strode down the main street with a purpose. Of course, he’d had to wait until after sundown to make his big entrance. It wasn’t very villainy to show up tinted gold in the sunset. Bit too Romantic Melodrama. So he’d sent Eric to drop Fell… somewhere. Probably a patisserie or something. And then, he’d broken out the big guns: the full black outfit with the rippling scarlet serpent coiled around the body, head over one shoulder, tail tapering down around one ankle. Hair was dramatic, shoulders were spiky, boots had impressive heels. He even had a cape and it looked cool. “Ready, boss?” Crowley could see the whirling flicker of blue lights in the distance. Ah, their welcome committee, no doubt armed and panicky and without their hero to defend them. He couldn’t help doing a little hop on the spot. “Hell yes!” He snapped his fingers. “Let’s go.” Eric hoisted a boombox over his head – vintage, of course. One had to go for iconic styles – and the bombastic strings of the opening of Beethoven’s Fifth blasted out, the Bluetooth connection carrying to helispeakers that were buzzing overhead. You had one chance to make a dramatic entrance when you took over a city and he wasn’t about to cock it up.
I drew a scene from a dream that someone told me about on insta ( nandanevesc), it was so good that I absolutely had to redraw it! <3