Anthony “runs into a burning building to save an acquaintance" Crowley
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Stumbled on The Sacred and the Profane.
Seriously needed some happy thoughts.
Sorry if it’s hard to read, I havn’t made many comics. I’ve got another as sort of a prequel to this that I’m working on too.
No really tho, Sacred and Profane is amazing, but it’s also the most horrible thing I’ve ever read so be warned :D
Karkat felt his enthusiasm wilt as if rained on, which impression might have been helped along by the sizzling, blue-tinted drizzle now filling the circle. He tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.
He plunged on: “Well, you can just make sure that‑”
“Neigh, but we will win, Karkat.”
more like sweatatron amirite
When St. Patrick was banishing snakes from Ireland, one snake didn’t want to leave (and GO fans can guess snake’s name). Then St. Patrick built a wooden crate and assured the snake that it can never possibly fit inside the crate. The insulted snake was bent on proving him wrong and got trapped. And St. Patrick swiftly sealed the crate and threw it into the deep sea waters.
Crowley was drifting for a while and was fearing a soon discorporation, but he was finally washed ashore. And at the very same time Aziraphale was sitting on the said shore, pondering on eternal matters. Noticing the crate, he decided to open it out of curiosity. As soon as he opened it, rejoiced Crowley jumped right into his arms, changing his shape on the fly.
are we still doing these I’ve been living under a rock for the better part of last week
Good Omens musical where every song Crowley sings is set to the tune of Queen
including duets and ensembles
bonus points if Aziraphale walks off at some point muttering “Be-bop…”