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    “Sure did! But that only makes me want to better myself. Where’d you learn to fight so well with weather conditions, anyway?” Bait, and not a hard one to take. Raihan appreciated the are you stupid look she shot him.

    “The Wild Area,” she said.

    “Just-” his fang glinted. “Vibin’ in the Wild Area?”

    She matched his smirk, eyes brighter than a sunny day. “Just vibin in the Wild Area.”

    Man, civilization is so much louder than the wild area.

    A journey to the championship, told in reverse.

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    04 Dec 2019

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    a post-apocalyptic post-canon series about the husbands, their reluctantly adopted children (ethereal, occult or otherwise) and life in retirement

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    29 Oct 2019

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    “Who would win: Aziraphale or Crowley.”

    “Oh!” Aziraphale startles. “Well—such a question. It’s not as though either of us has engaged in so much as fisticuffs in ages, and one does need to keep up practice with these sorts of things.” His fretting dies abruptly when Crowley cuts over him clearly, baldly: “Aziraphale.”

    Aziraphale’s mouth clicks shut, and he goes so still that the group is forcibly reminded that ethereal beings don’t technically need to breathe, have a heartbeat, or even metabolize energy to exist. Beside him, Crowley’s stiffened up and his lips pull back from his teeth in a toe-curling wince.

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    27 Oct 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 70

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    When Crowley had stood engulfed in a pillar of hellfire, he’d wanted to reach out, grab Gabriel and pull him in, then gather up the ashes, turn them into a large, gaudy diamond and wear it on a gold ring, the flashier the better. ‘Oh, this little trinket? Used to be the Archangel Gabriel. Stupid tosser tried to murder my husband.’

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    ‘Vengeance is mine; I will repay,’ saith Crowley. When Gabriel least expects it, he will get what’s coming to him. With help from an unexpected source.

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    26 Oct 2019

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    As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

    --His clothing was expensive and stylish;
    --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
    --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
    --He looked angry;
    --He was wearing sunglasses.

    What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

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    20 Oct 2019