Have another snippet of the first draft!  I’m holding back on the Good Stuff, but this has the benefit of being a full scene at a digestible ~550 words.

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After a while, Aziraphale got used to the idea that if he came ashore, Crowley would probably find him.  It didn’t matter if he was walking out in the wild hinterlands, or visiting one of the humans’ ever larger and more clever cities — he’d catch a glimpse of red-and-black, or hear a warm voice call his name (or call him angel), and there was Crowley.  Who was always supposedly doing the evil will of the Risen hordes, yet who mostly just seemed to make his own quiet existence amongst humanity.  Especially once he took to wearing dark glasses to hide his eyes.  With those, Crowley stood out much less than he had in earlier ages.

Aziraphale was disappointed, somehow, when the glasses became the norm.  There was something open and inviting that he sometimes caught in Crowley’s eyes.  Something he missed when the Risen started walling them off.

hey, you can call me sleepy! i just post things about my ocs and have fun here. usually. maybe.

if you're seeing this, congrats. you've caught my blog under reconstruction. i figured it was time to switch my theme since it's been 4 years and i now draw my ocs haha

i reblog a lot. my tag for that is #post upon queue, so if you only want to see my creative work, it's easy to filter it out.

i may occasionally reblog #suggestive things, stuff of that nature, or answer an ask with something suggestive. i will tag it as needed.

i am a very anxious person, so don't sweat it if you tried talking to me and i didn't respond for a second.

the posting things:

ocs

art of ocs

oc rambles

writing of ocs

ocs

ocs

sometimes a random interest i have

...so, most of my original posts are gonna be about my ocs. info on them here.

the reblogging things:

friend art

pokemon, both main and fangame content

arcane odyssey

lego ninjago

cassette beasts

octopath traveller II

minecraft diaries

minecraft story mode

sonic

mlp

relatable/funny things

tags:

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#post upon queue- queue/rb tag

#sleepy art- art tag

#sleepy art-ish - art wip tag

#sleepy writing- writing tag

#sleepy plays: (game)- liveblog tag

After hours, Roxy finally regained consciousness, quickly gasping for air as he did so thinking his neck was still bound. As the air entered his lungs clearly he let out a soft sigh in relief as his hand moved to the bruised ring around his neck He slowly moved up and winced in pain as he felt the pain from the stab wound and the pain in his ankle from it being squeezed. “Fuck...” he gasped softly as he looked down at his bloodstained clothes that were on the ground, he didn’t remember taking his shirt off. He looked down at his shoulder to see it was bandaged “At least he cared a little bit” he grumbled softly before grabbing his crutches to try and get up. Apparently applying pressure to his shoulder was not a good plan, he quickly toppled back onto the couch. “Fuck...” he hissed out, he had just gotten out of the infirmary, he didn’t want to go back. He reached into his pocket to grab his phone but then the memory hit him “Fucking Enlil broke my phone!” he shouted before growling.