#drunk crowley

May the new year be in our favour, let's make 2025 a good one. (Also, year of the snake 🐍)

*Insert meaningful bollocks*

I wrote a one shot. might become a two-shot. might become whatever the fuck because everytime I write something I always want to write more and then I dont finish it and leave everyone in the thick of my angst brain.

anyway. rambling.

the scene when aziraphale comes back to earth and sees crowley in the alley needed more tenderness. I think it was very out of character for aziraphale not to really react to seeing crowley in that state.

so heres a fix it, kinda. its very self indulgent. very "author projects too close to the sun" but whatever. it was fun to write. im good at writing angst. im good at writing crowley (if I do say so myself) and i like writing him drunk. so...here ya go.

hope someone enjoys it a bit. like i said might make a second part. idk. let me know if its good or if its shite. least im writing again.

not just pretendy boop,

but PROPERLY BOOP

I'm still processing the finale. It's prompting me to do fanart for the first time in a long time while I still struggle to form rational thoughts and find my peace with it.

Thinking of doing a longer comic - perhaps even a season 3 fix it comic.

But for now I wanted to draw their dynamic, with a twist on the final fifteen of season 2. Next stop: learn to draw Crowley.

Mobius dragging a drunk Loki home. Aziraphale dragging a drunk Crowley home. Meanwhile:

Loki: You don’t understand, he gets me.

Crowley: We’re the same, you and I.

Loki, reaching out dramatically: My brother.

Crowley: My chaotic twin.

(Prompt fills for Quefish's Ineffable Kinktober list.)

After closing the Ritz, on a victory bender, Crowley's trying very, very hard to articulate something.

Chapter rating M.

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“ M’point is. M’point is. The point I’m trying to make is… angels. That’s m’point.”

Crowley leaned forward from his perch on the back of the Chesterfield, eyes sparkling like citrines. (Citrines were jewels, weren’t they? Or was that citrons? Aziraphale threw back a swallow of the good red, almost snorting it up his nose.)

“What… what about us?”

“Not really.. not really… mammal. ‘Cos, y’know, ethereal. But all same. Point is. Dicks.”

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