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💙 SPOOKY 🧡 SCARY 💜 COTERIE 💚

Monthly Challenge for DrawingDisasters on twitter, featuring the coterie having a little Halloween fun.

Besides, every eager young witch needs a lanky skeleton friend, a feral dumpster cat that hates everyone else, and another black cat (but sexier).

As always, the lovely Victoria is @bludoods Javier and Denny are @zeeseal 's fault

Favorite Male Character: Aziraphale. Look, I have a type and if they’re a badass bookworm that’s it. That’s it. We’re done.

Favorite Female Character: Pepper of the Them. She reminds me of some of my elementary school friends just so much reading her is just nostalgia bombs

Least Favorite Character: Uh....uh....

uh...

The Metatron? I think he shows up for like 2 seconds but he was kind of a little bitch. It’s so hard to pick a character I disliked from the book ;-;

Favorite Ship: I can and will ride the Aziraphale/Crowley ship to my grave. Literally my favorite angel/demon pair in existence and I doubt anything will break that

Favorite Friendship: Aziraphale/Crowley again because they’re not officially canon Honestly Pepper and Adam are just a solid friendship? Like the Them in general are a solid squad but Pepper is very much Adam’s number 2 and always along for the bullshit and I approve

Favorite Quote: “She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.” -- That line is about War. Like there’s a lot of good ones, but this one in particular is one I fucking love.

I don’t think any character actually dies in GO so....nice

EDIT: my roommate has informed me that the mail delivery man dies before being resurrected by Adam, so him I guess.

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: Aziraphale and Crowley, two doofuses who lost the Antichrist standing back-to back, ready to take on the fucking Apocalypse with a flaming sword that he can just fucking use because Aziraphale “never really forgot” and a goddamn tire iron. God I cannot WAIT to see that scene on TV.

That or the Horsemen playing that quiz game in the bar. Special mention to Death pointing out Elvis isn’t really dead during the quiz.

Saddest Moment: RIP Aziraphale’s bookshop. And Crowley running in there in a panic thinking Aziraphale’s in there? Oof. My heart.

‘So much for being a hardened criminal.’

The Harpy made Javier remove all of his edgelord makeup for his court date and left him looking absolutely baby-faced. Something tells me Mister Edgelord was not thrilled about it. Em helped with the flower.

I guess it worked cause he lived to see another day— er, night.

♪ People say that wishes are the path to freedom See the stars a-shining, Honey; you could be one But pipe dreams flush away And in the cold grey light of day They expire ♪

The lyrics drift through Emmy's headphones as he lays sprawled on the floor of his new, empty dorm. College; all he could see was a new prison with new tormentors. Why even bother going to orientation? No, the time was better spent here, on the floor, procrastinating instead of unpacking. It's not like he had a roommate to inconvenience. Dad probably paid someone to 'conveniently' leave the other set of barren furniture in the room unassigned.

The only saving grace was knowing he was no longer under his dad's roof. No lectures over dinner, no squealing toddler, no constant renovation noises to keep him up during the day... The young man's eyes close. Silver lining. Bright side. That's the only way you're gonna keep from losing your goddamn mind here. Sure, you're probably gonna fail every single class like the dumbass you are, but think of all that free time you'll have once they stop expecting you to show up?

♪ ‘Cause I’m trying to project a sunny disposition But it’s hard to paint a smile on wasted young ambition And every day’s another little grain of sand lost to the mists of time 'Cause if I can’t make it, then what’s the point? If my whole damn life is set to disappoint Well I guess there’s nothing left to do but smile, so smile ♪

The hard carpet and cinderblock walls of the dorm begin to fade, replaced with grungy brick and old, heavily lacquered hardwood. A poorly lit, but cozy stage and a faceless crowd. They're all watching as Emmy strums an acoustic guitar and sings into a lone microphone. People in the crowd are holding up phones and lighters, some are clapping along in time to his tapping foot and the air is electric. Mint and rum cling to his breath as he sings and sways tipsily with the rhythm.

Here, he could be anyone. None of that rich boy expectation nonsense or reputation bullshit. He could just be. Emmy pushes off from the wobbly stool, stands, and puts his whole chest into his vocals. His voice carries all the way to the back of the bar and the crowd whoops and hollers.

And in the midst of his performance, he locks eyes with someone reclining on the bar and knows, just knows, this person will be waiting for him after the show. Yeah... they're always waiting for him after the show. But... he can't see the color of their eyes or how they wear their hair...or... anything about them. And it's there the illusion breaks. The crowd fades. The sounds and scents distort, then vanish entirely.

♪ Well if this is all that ever will be, that’s okay But there’s no damn noise left to drown out The sound of the petals that sigh as they’re falling away ♪

All that's left is the darkness and the melody from his headphones. Emmy sits up from the floor and scoots until he can prop himself up against a chest of drawers. He refuses to open his eyes in hopes the daydream he was enjoying will come back and he can find that mystery lover in the crowd. Instead, he's only met with more darkness and lyrics that practically mock him.

But I’m just a soOOul who’s intentions are good!Oh lord!Please don’t let me be misunderstood!!

(Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood)

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With fingernails that shine like justiceAnd a voice that is dark like tinted glassShe is fast, through and sharp as a tackShe is touring the facility and picking up slack

(Short Skirt, Long Jacket)

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He can make you loveHe can get you highHe will bring you downThen he’ll make, make you cry

First

“Okay, so you’re gonna be shackin’ it up with a lotta highbloods this week, so just keep calm, kay? But not too calm, cause these guys ain’t your usual highbloods.

Last

Send me a symbol from here for love headcanons!

💗 At which point do they realize they’ve fallen in love?

Ketspa — OH BOY. Honestly there’s only two points where she will realize it, as she’s terrible with dealing with her own feelings and more so examining them in a healthy manner. A) When someone says they love her and she just realizes she can’t go without saying it back. B) When someone sits her down and lays out all the reasons why she obviously fancies someone, how it’s clear the person reciprocates her feelings, and how she will indeed be enhancing the other person’s life by admitting she reciprocates. Sometimes charts and photo evidence will be necessary.

Jetmae — When she realizes she’s in love when she notices she’s actually doing something to gain someone’s approval as an individual rather than a member of some class or group + also finds herself remembering little comments that the object of her affection made weeks or months later. She’s always cared about what everyone thinks, but never really about pleasing a single person.