#crowley has freckles

[macaronoverlord]

angel fangs angel kiss Crowley uwu

#good omens #art #crowley #fanart #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #the freckles are stars btw #i meant to give Crowley earrings but forgot oops #turtleneck Crowley has a chokehold on me

[iwanttobepersephone]

Oh nothing just imagining Halt being like vaguely pissy the whole day, more than usual, and Crowley finally asking him what's wrong and Halt straight up just says

"...

You look more Hibernian than I do. You look more Hibernian than an actual Hibernian. I just realized that and it makes me mad."

@that-one-enby-ranger you like angry Halt stuff, right?

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #halt o'carrick #crowley meratyn #funny #he has the red hair and the green eyes and the freckles #the textbook Irish traits #and Halt would be SO mad about it for like a week after he realized that

[demonraphael]

I loved seeing Crowley as an Angel but like…get this bitch some gold.

#Crowley #good omens #Anthony Crowley #angel Crowley #good omens fan art #my art #I wanted his eyes to be golden like the sun and him to have freckles like stars !!! #how come everyone else in heaven has purple eyes and silver teeth and gold on their forehead. and my boy had nothing….

[tweakbroz]

i get access to an art tablet again and instead of deciding to use it i draw on paper because i want to keep binge watching housemd downstairs

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #i love the hc that crowley has freckles bc some people call them angel kisses #but i’d also like you all to consider : they were both angels once #mikey way #i dont know if i should really tag this with gerard way and andy hurley so i . wont #also i still cannot draw andy hurley #my worst enemy for real #generic art tag

[jac-is-procrastinating-again]

Fanfic review; The Realm of You by Hope_in_the_dark

AO3 Fic Binge 2023 - Good Omens - Review 10

CONTENT: AU-human, coffee-shop, bakery, soft and fluffy, scones, has recipes linked, now i want a cake, asexual Aziraphale, asexual / bisexual Crowley, did I mention the scones

RATING: Teen and up

LENGTH: Medium, 8 chapters, 35k words

RECOMMENDED BECAUSE: Scones. Plus the relationship is adorable, Anathema is a wind-up merchant and Az's birthday do is utterly adorable. Baked goods as a weapon of courtship should not be underestimated.

PLOT; Az moves to Alton to open a bookshop, leaving his career as a Professor and the breakup of a longterm relationship behind him in London. However, on his first day in the shop, a knock on the door heralds Crowley who says "scones" and thrusts a wicker basket at him, and Anathema who explains they are his neighbours from the bakery and there is also jam and cream in the basket. Az and Cr monosyllable at each other and blush. Anathema teases them. The pair are adorably awkward. There are many gorgeous-sounding baked goods, many with recipes in the notes. Az and Cr do some mutual pining before discovering that actually they are very compatible. There is much stuttering and blushing, and the pair are even more adorable, and just are so nice to each other. For a story with virtually no conflict, this fic has no right to be as enthralling as it is, but the gradual blossoming of the relationship is just lovely, as is Az's relationship with Warlock, his shop assistant. The birthday Ball is so lovely, and the whole thing just so supportive and loving that it's actually a joy to read.

BOOKMARK: Definitely. It's a bit different, and feel-good to the max.

READ IF YOU: just want a really simple, lovely tale of things going okay and people learning to love and trust each other. Probably wait till you're not hungry though, or just get yourself sorted with a cream tea before you start, cos you're gonna want it by the end, guaranteed.

RANDOM FOOD METAPHOR FOR NO GOOD REASON: Cream tea, for the very excellent reason that a) a decent one is epic, though I would quibble with strawberry jam and substitute a good tart raspberry jam, and b)bloody scones are all over the fic and I have no scones in the house and now i want one. Don't even bother to resist it, it's not gonna work. Mmmmmmm, scooonnnnnneeeessssss.... https://archiveofourown.org/works/23697235/chapters/56896201

#good omens #ineffable idiots #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic review #good omens fanfiction #ao3 fic binge 2023 #scones #dammit now i want a cream tea #don't care if you put the jam or cream on first #controversial #but for the love of all that has flavour give me raspberry jam not strawberry #i have opinions on jam #well and baked goods tbh #also i may have forgotten to mention the freckles #they're a pretty big thing in all of this #ah well #freckles yeah? #you'll see

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

WHAT

[Other May 2024 JP server news!]

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY 😭 After 4 long years… TWST has finally given us the elusive bare Rook arms and his Savanaclaw era design???????

Look at how well-defined his arms are, the Magical Archives was NOT lying about his secretly buff physique… The curly hair??? Freckles???? Ripped T-shirt sleeves???? Even the brows are noticeably different… THE GASP I GASPED WHEN I LAID EYES ON THIS DUDE OTL It’s suuuuch a drastic change???? Vil described Rook’s Savanaclaw days so… well. A little TOO well… (I laughed a little upon realizing Rook always wore some iteration of a hat; in this context, it feels more cowboy-ish.)

ALSO I THOUGHT BRO WAS CARESSING VIL’S DORM UNIFORM WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS CARD (then I looked closer and realized it seems to be Rook’s bed). The floor pattern does not look like Rook’s room though…? Did he just. Yoink some Pomefiore fabric and hide out in a rando’s room to admire it??? THAT’S AN EVEN SCARIER THOUGHT…

I feel like this is a fever dream that I can’t wake up from 🤡 This right here, officer… This is what my sleep paralysis demon looks like… He T-poses in the corner of my bedroom and watches me sleep while whispering “omelette du fromage” 💀

I didn’t think we’d be dream-hopping to every individual student’s dream to pull them out of it because that feels like such a time sink (and book 7 is already so long), but… why the sudden limited Rook banner drop to go with a book 7 update???? Are we actually going to be waking everyone up one by one…? Well then that also opens up the possibility of a book 8 since there’s no way TWST could cram all this dream hopping AND cleanly resolve all the other lingering questions (Grim’s origins, Ace’s UM, Crowley’s motives, why was Yuu brought to Twisted Wonderland, etc.)????

How fitting that it’s the enigmatic Rook Hunt to send us all spiraling and questioning everything JUST BY SHOWING UP IN NEW (old?) THREADS…

#twisted wonderland #twst #Rook Hunt #Vil Schoenheit #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #book 7 spoilers #Dire Crowley #Grim #Yuu #Ace Trappola #notes from the writing raven #question #Rook Hunt thirst

[colleendoran]

I was curious how you manage to keep features consistent when you draw them? Do you use models? Is there a model for Crowley? He is very handsome.

I don't use models per se, but I sometimes keep files of photos or art that resembles the subject.

Crowley is based a bit on the French actor Alain Delon who was once considered the handsomest man in the world. He doesn't look exactly like Delon, but that is in my head when I draw him. I recall reading Neil and Mr. Pratchett once considered Peter Sellers for Crowley.

There is no reference for Aziraphale because he is entirely in my head and I can't really find anyone who looks exactly the way he does. I recall reading that Neil and Mr. Pratchett thought of Brian Dennehy at one point, but my head canon Aziraphale won. I think a Brian Dennehy Aziraphale would have been amazing, though. Anyway, he is actually kind of hard for me to draw because his facial structure is a bit outside my usual style. His face is a bit long and his eyes closer together than I normally do, and if I'm not careful, he slips away. He appears younger and more classically handsome as an angel than he does in his corporeal form, but I think he's quite fetching as a bookseller.

Michael Sheen is so perfect in this role it is really hard not to leak bits of his performance into the graphic novel edition, but I have to resist the impulse. I am not allowed to use any of the show actors as models.

I adore Michael Sheen. Who doesn't?

Adam is also a head canon character. He is a perfect young Greek God, so that's kind of drawing on a day with a Y in it for me.

The inspiration for Newt I'm keeping a secret. I submitted a number of sketches for Newt. The show Newt dug in deep and I had a hard time shaking him off.

The Them are based on kids I knew. They're in my head, I don't need any photos. They don't really look like the kinds in the show. The book version of Pepper, for example, is a freckled red-head.

Anathema is an amalgam of features that don't come from one person, which I think fits the description of the character. She's also unusual for me to draw but she's easier to draw than Aziraphale. I nail her every time.

Hastur is a caricature of the stereotypical English upper class you'd see in broadsheets 200 years ago. I have a file of pictures of Anthony Ashley-Cooper, 7th Earl of Shaftesbury for Hastur. I considered making Hastur more handsome in a Duke of Hell sort of way, but I think Hastur likes to be scary. I keep thinking of Peter O'Toole when I draw Hastur, too.

I feel kind of bad basing Hastur on Lord Ashley because he was a wonderful person and I'm sure he didn't go to Hell.

Ligur is a broad caricature of Danny Devito. I obviously can't use a DeVito portrait. That would be wrong. But I can tweak from there and come up with a general idea of the face I want to use.

Beelzebub and Metatron are head canon, and don't look a thing like they do in the show. I postulate some demons prefer to look like their angelic selves, and at other times prefer to be fearsome. Crowley can look fearsome when he wants, for example. In the book, Beelzebub appears as a young man in red flames.

Shadwell was drawn from reference at the direct suggestion of Neil.

Madame Tracy is based on a certain person, but no one you would have heard of. The original source might not be flattered, but I love Madam Tracy. She's really easy to draw because she's a bit over the top. I'm sketching around her scenes right now because I don't have final approval on some things yet. So she might need some changes later.

War is head canon, very easy to draw. She's a knockout. No reference required.

Famine looks a lot like Famine in the show, actually, but that's what Famine always looked like, pretty much. Except he has the grey eyes he has in the book.

Pollution is initially described as being a forgettable white guy, but later described as looking like a romantic poet, which strikes me as being memorable. Because he's only on one page in his forgettable white guy phase, I chose not to make major changes in his appearance between those panels and later when he appears as his true self, because that's a bit more confusing than it needs to be in the graphic novel edition. He's rather glamorous as the essence of Pollution, though. No reference needed.

Dog is a dog.

While I do give every detail a lot of thought, I am sure other people have other opinions. I understand that, and hope you enjoy what I do anyway.

Thanks for your question.

I'm still a bit under the weather, so may be stepping away from the net for awhile so I can concentrate on work. I have a lot of sick time to make up.

But don't think I don't appreciate your interest in the Good Omens graphic novel adaptation. Your wonderful support is acting on me like a tonic, let me tell you.

#good omens #good omens graphic novel #neil gaiman #terry pratchett

[suzypfonne]

Identifying Ethereal, Occult, and Celestial Beings - Field Notes:

Name: [redacted], Crawley, Crowley

Alias(es): Bildad the Shuite, Anthony J Crowley, Nanny Ashtoreth, David Tennant

Species: Angel Serpent of Eden Demon

Date of Creation: Before the Beginning

Date of Destruction: 2019 cancelled

Occupation: tempter temptress retired

Height: 6' 1" unless snake

Hair color: autumn-leaf-red, cherry-cordial-red unless snake

Eye color: pretty

Physical Description: angel snake humanoid flexible

Identifying Features: sunglasses; black exterior, with red accents; freckles, unless snake; refuses to obey gravity mavity

Relationship Status: single smitten divorced it's complicated

Diet: espresso and quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol

Gender: whatever is most inconvenient for the greatest number of people

Pronouns: any

Sexuality: Azisexual

Religion: Aziraphalean he doesn't have faith in much, but he has faith in his angel

#good omens #crowley #good omens text post #celestial beings #field notes #david tennant #neil gaiman

[actual-changeling]

do you think crowley ever stopped time simply to look at aziraphale's face for a little while longer? to commit it to memory because it's all he has?

do you think it was perfectly harmless, like those handful of stolen minutes that one evening in the bookshop when he had taken off his vest and laughed with enough joy to make the room glow? or one early morning in the park when the sunlight hit his cheekbones just so and crowley wanted the world to be nothing but golden and blue angel for a little bit longer?

do you think it became more desperate after the apocalypse-that-wasn't? time stopped out of fear, to check a room again and again, to frantically try and remember every freckle and lock of hair just in case something was going to happen to him, to them?

(just in case just in case just in case)

do you think at one point, drunk and half-stuck in his nightmares, crowley sat on the bookshop's floor in the middle of the night after having stopped time the second he snapped awake in his flat? aziraphale was completely unaware of his presence and curled up in his armchair with a good book, but crowley pressed his knees to his chest and looked at him without blinking for what might have been hours as well as days.

time frozen at his bidding, listening to the voice of the being who had once been the starmaker, and when he allowed it to keep moving (back in bed, awake, staring at the ceiling) the world exhaled a breath no one knew it had been holding.

do you think he stopped it right after the kiss?

it was instinct, he hadn't meant to, but crowley knew exactly which words were about to leave his mouth, and every cell in his body had rebelled. his heart had already been broken, yes, but when he sank to the floor in a familiar spot and looked up at him, he could pretend everything was fine.

just for a little bit. he deserves that much, right?

crowley took off his glasses and rested his chin on his arms, knees drawn up against his chest like they are wont to be, and tried to imagine what his life was going to be like once he pressed play.

do you think he was tempted to simply let it be? to freeze everything for as long as he could manage and die and turn to dust once all his power had run out?

i love you he said like so many times before, always into frozen silence. three words, every single time, nothing else.

i love you.

crowley knew he had to let it- him go eventually, but where's the harm in living in the moment for a little while longer? so he sat and watched, unmoving and unblinking, and wished he could turn back time instead of stopping it.

then again, (i love you, he whispers, right before he let's him go), he wasn't sure if he would want to reverse any of this. it was worth it, all of it, even if it ended like this.

crowley never liked tragedies—maybe because he knew he had been living in one all along.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #im literally writing until my sleep meds finally kick in because having thoughts is unbearable :) #sorry for all the angsty poetry shit

[harunayuuka2060]

Principal Ambrose: I've heard you've caused an explosion in your History class.

Principal Ambrose: By trying to complete an unfinished experiment from the Science lab.

MC: I was trying to submit it before the deadline, sir.

Principal Ambrose: Ohoho! You don't care about deadlines, my child.

Principal Ambrose: You did it on purpose.

Principal Ambrose: Anyway, your goal was to startle the students and nobody was harmed.

MC: But I'm still in trouble.

Principal Ambrose: Not exactly. I've just happened to notice that you were not willing to socialize with other Royal Swords, so I'm thinking...

Principal Ambrose: Why don't I pair you with our senior students?

MC: Excuse me?

Principal Ambrose: They're tall, handsome, and kind gentlemen. I'm sure you're going to enjoy their company.

MC: ...

Khalil: *a cousin of Kalim, almost looks like him but with blue eyes and longer hair*

Obert: *a distant descendant of Princess Odette and Prince Derek* *has cute freckles*

Beau: *is based of Princess Belle* *holding a very thick book* *adjusts his glasses*

Beau: Principal Ambrose told us about your situation.

Obert: Yes. If I'm not mistaken, he described you as "one, spoiled brat".

Khalil: Don't be ridiculous, Obert. That's not what the principal's words are.

Khalil: He said that they're "a neglected child who needs loving and caring environment*

MC: ...

Beau: *looking disappointedly at his roommates*

Beau: You're from Night Raven College, aren't you?

MC: Yes.

Beau: I'll give you a pass. You can throw a punch or two on both of their faces.

Beau: Here's a seat so you can reach them.

Khalil: B-Beau! That's so mean!

Obert: H-Hey! Don't listen to him!

MC: *already cracking their knuckles*

Malleus: Is there no call from the child of man?

Ace: Unfortunately, no.

Crowley: *Malleus turned him into a crow* Draconia-kun, the Prefect is doing well in Royal Sword Academy.

Crowley: Why don't you fix our dear school and change me back to normal?

Malleus: No child of man, no Night Raven.

Crowley: You're being unfair! Why are you doing this just for a single student who isn't even from Twisted Wonderland?!

Ace: Because Prefect is the only human who treated him right?

Crowley: ...

Crowley: Well, if you really love them so much? Why don't you follow them to Royal Sword Academy?!

Ace: H-Headmage?! Are you crazy?!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: If I transfer to Royal Sword Academy, you'll be a bird...

Malleus: Forever.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: Alright. Please don't transfer.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst ambrose #twst crowley #twst ace #twst malleus #twst khalil #twst obert #twst beau #MC in Royal Sword Academy

[randomfandomsstufff]

Crowley with freckles

Because David Tennant has freckles.

I need someone who can draw to draw Crowley with freckles pls

#good omens #crowley #good omens 2 #david tennant #david tennant freckles #lgbtq #aziraphale #aziracrow #neil gaiman #gay books #ineffable husbands #pls someone needs to draw Crowley with freckles

[via-l0ve]

piggy backing off of the second to last anon,- how would the guys react in the acting au where reader died in supernatural verse but their actor visits set so they see them how would they react?

“it’s you.” (SPN pref!)🩷

a/n: this is so sad omg. i loved writing this. i didn’t do preferences but more of a little blurb for each boy <3 (not crowley i’m sorry x7)

warnings: angst, mentions of death

Dean:

when he sees you, his world stops spinning. He knows it’s you. your hair, your eyes, your lips. the same ones he remembered kissing so many times. it’s you, and dean knows it. but it can’t be. how could you be back.

he’s so zoned out that he dosent realize you’re now standing right in front of him.

“hey.” you smile

and god, that smile. the one he never got to see again - it was almost enough for him to break down right then and there. but he had to talk to you.

“h-hey.” he said, his voice barely audible.

“you okay?” you asked him, looking into his eyes and seeing the anxiety and distress.

he was quiet for a moment.

“uh… weird day.” he said shakily.

you frowned and moved closer, embracing him.

your scent. your body. your face tucked into his shoulder. he got to hold you again. he got to see you. it’s you. he can’t hold back the tears. soft sobs come from his mouth as he holds you against him.

“i’m sorry.” he whispered.

“hey it’s okay. don’t apologize. it’s okay to cry.” you whisper back, rubbing his arms.

but that’s not why he was apologizing. he was sorry he let you down. he was so so so sorry that it was you and not him that had to go.

he shook, his grip tightening on your clothes.

“i miss you.” he uttered.

“aw. you do?”

“so much.”

but then you’re called to set, to observe a scene. and he has to let you go for the second time. he has to say goodbye.

—

Sam:

sam dosent move a muscle when he sees you. he just looks. admires. he sees you laughing with one of the directors and he knows it’s you.

He walks the other way. even though he knows how badly he wants to talk to you, hear you, feel you again, it would just hurt him more. he watches you from a distance, smiling when you smile.

you’re full of life again. the same shine in your eyes, the same excitement in your voice… the same y/n. but he knows it’s not you. he knows he can never have you.

Before you leave set for the night, Sam calls you over.

“hey… can i talk to you?” he asks you, choking back tears.

“yeah of course! what’s up?” the same smile he always loved.

“i just… i miss you.” he whispers.

you give him a look.

“miss me?” you ask with a smile. “you see me every day.”

if only, he thought.

“yeah, i know. it uh… it just feels more than that.” he said, eyes studying your face.

he pulls you into a hug.

“i’ve just been having a hard time.” and it wasn’t a lie. losing you in his world was life altering. and now, seeing you but not.. you, just made all the pain come back.

“i’m sorry jared.” a sting of pain goes through him. he couldn’t even hear you say ‘Sammy’ for a last time.

“i’m here for you. always will be.” another sting of pain rushes through him, because you won’t be. as soon as he goes back, he’ll have to learn to live without you again.

you pull away, smiling.

“i’m gonna go home. i’m exhausted. text me if ya need me.” you smiled, letting go of him and walking out.

he just watches, silent tears falling again.

—

Castiel:

Castiel goes into shock. why would the angels bring you back? which angel did it? it wasn’t him.. he couldn’t have even if he had the chance.

he watches you from a distance. is this a dream? where was he? how are you back?

he watches you talk to another woman with curious eyes. he can feel the pang in his heart overflow and he knows he wants to talk to you. but if he does.. will this be all a dream? will he awake from this obvious hallucination?

he walks over to you, slowly and timidly.

you look at him and he finds himself looking at your lips. the same smile lines he remembered, the same soft freckles that were only visible if you looked close.

it was you.

he walked faster, engulfing your body in a hug. neither of you spoke as he felt your body in his arms again.

“you okay?” your voice breaks him out of his trance.

“yes..yes i’m fine.” he says, pulling away and studying your face again. his hand reached up and cupped your cheeks in both of his warm palms.

you put your hands over his.

he feels the familiar feeling of you again. god.. he couldn’t let you go.

“are you sure?” you ask him softly.

he nods.

“are… are you okay?” he asks you, choking down some tears.

“yeah. i’m okay.” you smile.

even though he knows it’s not you, it fills him with a sense of peace. you, in this universe at least, are okay.

“i…i am missing you. at home.” he whispers again.

and even though you have no clue what he’s talking about, you hug him again, rubbing his back as he lets the tears fall.

he has to start from square one all over again. leaving you. getting over it.

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #i’m crying wtf #this was so sad to write #i hope you like this #i liekd it

[nescaveckwriter]

Somewhere In The Sunshine 🌻

Line: Failed Rescue 😱 will be in bold

A/N: YAY! Yet another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🐞 well this one broke my heart, I'm not even kidding, this is heartbreakingly sad, grab a tissue or two🤗💕🩷 sorry in advance.

Warnings: Some language, angst, heartbreak, blood gore, violence, mention of being taken hostage, death.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Female Reader, Mentions of Sam, Cas and Crowley.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:1440

His heart racing, the sweat on his forehead, evidence of the nightmare he once again had, sitting upright, and without even looking to your side, his hand starts searching for your warm little body, a habit, whenever he had a nightmare, but then soon he realizes the nightmare he just had, was about you, and the damn failed rescue attempt.

Getting out of your shared bed, now pacing up and down, tired of the way he feels and damn tired of the emptiness he feels in his chest, its been months since the three of you attacked that vamp nest.

Shaking his head, as if it will remove the memories, the love and the sorrow, but it doesn't, if anything it only makes it worse, every time he tries to lay down and get some shut eye, he starts dreaming of you, your laugh, your sarcastic little come backs, the way you'd dance in the kitchen while cleaning and listening to the music you loved so much, the way you'll tease him, walking around with only his plaid shirts hugging your curves, the way you'll let a  giggle escape, whenever he threw his arms around you, and starts kissing the nape of your neck, the way you'll turn around and look at him, with passion dancing in those pretty eyes, the way, you'll pout your lips when you really want him too kiss you, the way your hands will messily go through his hair as the passion ignites more, the way  your body will be all tangled up with his till dawn, the way your sweet voice greets him early morning, placing little kisses on his lips , the way your fingers will linger on his face, saying how much you loved each and every freckle, the way you'd describe, the green in his eyes its between forest and emerald green, with just a tad bit of hazel in them, near the iris, you'd say, with that sweet, flirty, mischievous smile, revealing the way your little smile lines, curved

But all those loving memories soon gets replaced with what happened that dreadful night.

Falling down at the side of your bed, taking ahold of your pillow, it still has the scent of your hair, breathing it in deeply, as if he can breathe you in once more, holding on too it, as if its you, fighting back the tears mixed with anger, guilt and the image of your lifeless body in his arms.

 It was supposed to be a easy hunt, in and out, the three of you have done these hunts hundreds of times, and that morning when he and Sammy planned the hunt, he would've never thought it'll be your last. 

The two of them, met you on a case in Kansas, while a ghost where hunting your newly rented apartment, at first you didn't believe in such thing's as monsters and ghosts, but you soon learned there's way more of them out there than you'd ever could think. So you started to learn all you can about the lore, and then the three of you met up, on a windigo hunt a few years ago, and it didn't take long for him too tell you, about how he felt, the two of you were madly in love, so the day he asked you to move in, you said yes without hesitation. You were the only sunshine in his life, the only glimmer of hope.

While the three of you, checked out the vamps hiding place, you somehow got lost in the woods, before you could do anything the vamp's hand squeezed around your neck, lifting you up in the air, you tried screaming but, no words came out, try kicking and punching, but the only thing you'll be able to touch was the air, between you and this creature.

He tied you down to a chair, you tried to wiggle your way out, but he just beat the crap out of you, leaving your face a bloodied pulp, he forced you to make a call, to Dean too tell him you've been taken, the vamp's plan along to get the Winchester Brothers, and trap them as well.

The distraught stare on Dean's face when he saw you, head hanging slightly, blood dripping on too your legs, your once tied-up hair, now messily framing your face, once you looked up, he gasp for air, as e saw your pretty face beaten, he balled his fist's, shouting now ''hey freak, you want me? come an get me'' 

The vampire came from the dark corner, storming down on him, Dean just gave him a mischievous smile, as he dug out from under the creature's fist, pushing that wooden stake through his back, with all his strength he arranged it, piercing his heart, the creature tumbled down to the ground,  Dean just left him there, running towards, where you were sitting, untying you, placing his left arm on your back, and the right under your legs, cradling you, the only words you got out ''Dean, look out'' as another man came running in, catching a glimpse of Sam, fighting two off outside.   

He quickly placed you down, getting ready to fight this other vampire, he whispered ''Stay with me sweetheart, I'll get you out of here.'' you just nodded, making your way to a stand, preparing yourself, to fight in case, there were more, where in honesty you hoped there won't be, your body, was aching, and to tell you the truth, you were tired, wanting to go home, and to fall asleep in Dean's arms, but first the three of you had to get out of this sticky situation.

Making your way over to, the deceased vampire, removing the wooden stake, sliding it too Dean, he gestures you a thank you, as he drove it through the creature's heart, but it was in that moment, when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind you ''You took my brothers, from me Winchester, now I'll take someone from you'' before Dean could race towards your position, the man behind you smiled, as he shifted that blade through your spine, revealing the blood stained silver in the front of your shirt, you dropped down too the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks, the blood pooling in front of you, hearing a loud bang, as Sam shot him, just to get him away from, Dean bolted towards him, driving the stake through his heart, screaming ''NO''  

He collapsed down to you, ''Sweetheart, stay with me'' cupping your cheek, you place your hand over his, your voice barely audible ''I love you'' 

He smiles, ''I love you too, but you can tell me that when your better okay?''

A weak look on your face, ''Baby'' he places a finger on your lips, his voice concerned ''save your strength'' as he inspects you, realizing you don't have much time, his voice heavy with emotion, ''I'll get Cas, I'll ask Crowley, but baby, I.. I'll l have you in my arms again soon okay''

Trembling from the coldness, running through your body, your voice low, shaky, ''No Dean! I don't want to come back, half a person, you need to let me go, I will be somewhere in the sunshine, smiling down at you, waiting for you, alright'' sobbing now frantically, ''let me go, please''

Dean sat there destroyed, tears wetting his eyes, he can't say the words, he just nods, going down tasting your lips for the last time, as he kisses you, he feels your last breath rushing over his lips, he breaks down, balling now as he holds your lifeless body in his arms, rocking forwards and backwards, knowing this will be the last time he'll be able too hold you. Unsure of how long Sam stood there, eyes glazed with wetness, knowing his brother lost the love of his life. 

They gave you a proper hunters funeral, so many people came, some friends, some just other hunters and some, just people you saved, Dean couldn't say much at the funeral just that ''he loved you very much'' the weeks there after was torture, he kept thinking you'll come running towards him, jumping in his arms, but nothing, he was all alone, well he had Sammy, and Cas, but he didn't have you. 

As he sits there holding the pillow, taking notice, that its morning, he glances through the window, recalling your last words again, like every morning, a little smile tugging at his lips,'' I will be somewhere in the sunshine'', giving him enough strength to pick himself up from the ground, and get ready to go save a few more people. 

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[captainblou]

Roses don't wear freckles like you do

rated E, 3.4K words.

TW: Light BDSM, Wax Play, Pegging, Dom/sub Play, Aziraphale has control issues, Crowley Has a Praise Kink (Good Omens), Coming Untouched, Squirting, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Crowley has a vulva, Aziraphale has a penis

Excerpt:

“Do you have a safeword?” The angel asked suddenly, tearing his eyes away from his candle. Strategic question. Crowley had one and he knew it. They’d used it a thousand times already. “Armageddon. Do you?” The bastard chuckled. “Never needed a safeword.” Crowley hissed, his serpentine tongue flicking, eyes fixed on the melted wax dripping from his hand. “Well, think of one.” His palm had long grown insensible to the light burn of the wax, but that was the easy part. His arm, stretched in front of him without support for the last hour, was starting to shake. His shoulder was screaming in pain. Aziraphale’s hand remained steady and his lips stretched in a smile. Crowley relaxed his stance and stared into his eyes. The angel was playing a mind game with him, pretending it didn’t hurt at all.

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Thank you @bildadshusband for helping me writing this, I'm so glad we got to work together on that piece <3

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[deancasbigbang]

Title: First

Author: FriendofCarlotta

Artist: Eliza_Avalo

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Cas, past Dean/Layla, past Cas/Inias, background Sam/Eileen

Length: 26166

Warnings: Addiction (Alcohol/Pills), Therapy

Tags: Novelist Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Divorced Dean, Rabbit Dad Dean, Getting Together, First Date, First Time, Crowley Is a Rabbit

Posting Date: October 25, 2023

Summary: Romance novelist Castiel Novak is recovering from an addiction to painkillers, but he’s struggling to settle back into life post-rehab. His therapist suggests visiting a local farm where anyone can spend an hour or two in the calming company of rabbits. The farm’s owner, Dean, is himself a recovering alcoholic… and a huge fan of Castiel’s books.  A story of recovery, romance and rabbits, told in a series of firsts. 

Excerpt: The man is… well, if anyone had asked Castiel how he pictured the heroes of his novels, he would have described someone very much like him. Tall, with a strong but slim build, a well-formed jaw and lips made for smiles and kisses. But there are details here so intriguing that Castiel never could have dreamed them up: the slight bow of his legs. The lovely tilt of his smile. The freckles that cover his nose and cheeks and make him look impossibly boyish for a man so tall.  “Hey,” the man says, scratching at the back of his neck. “Sorry I wasn’t around earlier. Had… a thing. To do. But, um, welcome. Just wanted to see how you were settling in.” Hurriedly, he adds, “Oh, and I’m Dean. I own the place. Probably should’ve led with that.” It takes Castiel a moment to remember that a response is probably required of him. Somewhat belatedly, he says, “Hello, Dean. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Castiel.” “Oh… yeah. Yeah, I know,” Dean says, shifting on his feet. By this time, Crowley has hopped up to him, sniffing at the tips of Dean’s feet. Dean isn’t wearing shoes or socks, which of course isn’t unusual for someone moving about their own home. And Castiel has never had a particular attraction to feet before. Still, the sight of Dean’s toes, knobbly and vulnerable, makes him feel unaccountably shy. “Hey, buddy.” Dean crouches down and holds out his hand for the rabbit to sniff. “I probably smell like Cas, don’t I?” The second the words are out, Dean’s head shoots up, his cheeks suddenly a rather attractive shade of pink. “Sorry, I meant. One of the rabbits. His name is Cas… Casimir. No… relation. To you.”  He looks so frustrated with himself that Castiel finds himself chuckling. “It’s alright. Sam already told me there’s a rabbit here whose name shares a certain similarity with mine.” “Oh. Right. Just… didn’t want you to think I was some crazy fan, you know? Naming my pets after you. Though I am. A fan. Not crazy.” Dean takes a deep breath. “Fuck, I’m being a goddamn disaster about this. I’ll leave you be. Sam’ll be by to check in after your thirty minutes are up.” With that, Dean turns on his heel and makes for the door. Castiel isn’t sure what makes him do it, but there’s something about Dean’s company that’s intriguing, and Castiel has the strangest feeling that if he lets Dean go now, he might never see him again. So he says, in the split-second before Dean can open the door, “Actually, would you… keep me company, maybe?” 

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[mrghostrat]

Oh goodness, I just saw the little touch that your streamer Crowley has some faint freckles that's extremely charming omg your art style is lovely btw!!

it must be all the gardener AUs i've read that describe crowley's arms and shoulders and chest as freckled from the sun, i just can't shake it from my brain and i dont think i could cope without it

#gardener horticulturialist landscaper writers are the real heroes #thank you my crops are watered and crowley's freckled hands are holding the hose #also!!! love ppl noticing these lil details eeee #ask a rat