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A doodle of the user in pencil. He has messy, white hair with dark roots. His vest is black and has a lighter hood. He has an annoyed expression on his face. Over his head is text and an arrow pointing to him that says "angry tranny."



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  1. Public Bookmark 92

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    “Listen. Fell. I...I might, uh, have an idea.”
    “You do?” Aziraphale said, and hated the hopeful way he said it. “I’ll do it.”
    “You...won’t like it.”
    “Will it keep me out of prison?”
    “Maybe. Maybe the both of us. For now. Ideally.”
    “Then yes.”
    Crowley’s expression tightened, and Aziraphale wasn’t sure if Crowley wanted to cry, or laugh. “You really, really won’t like it.”
    “I’ll like prison less.” He responded plainly.
    Crowley’s face twisted into something soft at first, just for a second, before searing into a careful little smirk, and Aziraphale knew that smile, that Cheshire cat smile, much too well to not be cautious.
    “Crowley, dear. What are you doing on the floor?”
    He cleared his throat. “Angel. Remember when I said you wouldn’t like it? Well, uh, here we are.” His smile grew awkwardly, apologetically, and Aziraphale had a sinking feeling about it.
    “Angel. Will you marry me?”
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    Crowley and Aziraphale plan a fake marriage to avoid having to testify against each other in court...they get much more than they bargained for.

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    27 Aug 2021

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  2. Rec 56

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    Crowley would have liked to think that he handled the beginning of Armageddon with a poise and dignity befitting the Serpent of Eden. Unfortunately for Crowley—and, in many ways, for Aziraphale—that wasn’t what happened.

    The truth was: He had panicked.

    “You what?” Aziraphale hissed, horrified eyes fixed on the wicker basket that hung limply from the demon’s hand.

    Crowley swallowed around the lump of dread that had lodged itself in his throat and repeated, “I may have stolen the Antichrist.”

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    25 Aug 2021

  3. Rec 20

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    Aziraphale gets sick. He doesn't know how, and it really shouldn't be possible, but he does and unfortunately there's nothing he can do about it. When he decides he has to cancel his plans to see Crowley, Crowley insists he come over to the bookshop with soup. When he arrives, he looks worse than Aziraphale.

    Cue a mysteriously sick Angel and a mysteriously sick Demon, taking care of each other in a London Soho bookshop, drinking tea, eating soup, and having an oddly easy time of it.

    Well, at least for the first forty-five minutes.

    In which Crowley and Aziraphale see each other at their worst, love each other for it all the more, and learn that being on your own side isn't so bad after all.

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    16 Aug 2021

  4. Rec *

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    This is a fancomic in 15 pages about that night at Crowley's flat.
    It starts out Peter Cetera and ends up Clint Mansell.
    I know Crowley's located in Mayfair but I wanted him to have a fancy skylight so I'm pretending he has some hipster industrial loft instead.
    Posted 5 pages per chapter for ease of loading pages.

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    26 Jul 2021

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    While it's unfortunate for one’s car to break down in the middle of the countryside, the pretty-as-a-postcard Tadfield could hardly be considered the worst place Anthony J. Crowley has ever been. Of course, it doesn’t help that it looks like it hasn’t yet seen the turn of the millennia, let alone this decade, but perhaps that’s just what he needs as he crawls his way out of the Hell he’s endured for the past fifteen years. Maybe the last thirty, if he's honest with himself.

    Though he could do without the rain.

    When Aziraphale Fell happens upon him and offers him shelter from the storm in his little family-run antique repair shop, neither are expecting it to change everything. The angel with his white umbrella and his tartan bowtie doesn’t expect this mysterious stranger to be able to fill the timely vacancy in his shop or the quiet of his life, but they’ve both had experience in restoring once-beloved items back to their full glory.

    Perhaps Crowley hasn’t fallen quite so far that he wouldn’t fit in with the rest of Aziraphale’s ragtag team of eccentric restoration experts. And perhaps they may be able to turn that talent on themselves and each other, and seal the cracks in their own hearts.

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    18 Jul 2021

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