#hardcorenerdthings

Hiya! :) It’s Morris Minor (with license plate SIDRAT = TARDIS backwards :)))

how about a little first meeting?

"Here."

And there's suddenly a jacket over his shoulders, abruptly blocking the rain and ridiculously warm, despite everything. He figures he must make a pitiful sight, to tug on the heart strings of a stranger, but bright eyes meet his own dark ones and there's something there both utterly entrancing and completely sincere. Crowley wants to make a joke here, a snarky comment, something witty, something casual, anything to play it off, but words have quite promptly dropped out of his head and what comes out instead is:

YEAH!!!!!

LIKE, OK, SO, i know Crowley technically fits the ‘vampire aesthetic’ but fussy, doesn’t know how modern technology works, dresses 300 years out of date Aziraphale is perfect to be a vampire!

I’m honestly really excited about it and it will probably be the next fic i write ones Serpent and The Prince is finished!

Have a little snip from early in chapter 1 ;D

Crowley had never been good with cold. A mixture of poor circulation and low body-fat meant he was more susceptible to low temperatures than others. It also meant he needed to either dry off or lose the wet clothes before he got sick, or worse.

“H-hey? C-c-could someone t-t-turn the b-bloody heat on?”Crowley called out, trying and failing to keep his teeth from chattering. Surely there was someone here? The door had been unlocked after all. There had to be a shopkeep or employee or someone.

Stumbling from one aisle to the next Crowley was on the verge of just giving up and shucking his clothes where he stood, public indecency be damned, when from around the next corner he bumped straight into a cloud.

“Oh good lord!” Said the cloud.

Strong hands gripped his arms, keeping him from just toppling right over.

“Oh you’re sopping wet! And freezing!”

Crowley blinked rapidly behind his sunglasses. The cloud – no. Not a cloud. The man, who looked like a cloud, sounded posh. Very posh. But Crowley’s glasses were smudged and streaked to the point of making it impossible to discern any details about the cloud-man other than cream and soft. His vision might have also been swimming a little bit, but it was hard to tell.

Very soft if the initial collision was anything to go by. Though at this point Crowley couldn’t care less if he’d bumped into a cloud-shaped man or a man-shaped cloud. He just wanted warm.

“C-cold...” Was all Crowley could mumble.

A strong arm slid around his shoulders. “Of course, dear boy. Come along now. That’s a chap.” Said the man-cloud-person.

To @minkymedulla, @megalomaniacalmice, @themurphyzone, @warnerlover97, @aquajailmasterzfan, @hardcorenerdthings, @skimmingmilk, @dianela-roxy78, @gabbypatbgirl, and anyone else I’m forgetting/missing who reblogs, likes, and supports my art:

THANK YOUUUUUUU!!! <3 <3 <3

I do have you doing research with me most of the time ❤ but there are definitely times where I don’t consult you in the middle of dialogue and fall down seven rabbit holes and that’s when you’re like, “oh, I think you fell asleep,” and nope, I’m still here, I just got distracted while trying to figure out how to replace the foot of an old piece of wooden furniture for something that will probably only be one line, names of cinemas, or what was playing in the West End in the summer of 2006.