Agent of Chaos

I see a monster, and I gotta doodle it

Izzy is laying there in a sort of daze, bullet wound in his side, Ed holding him, the crew around them. He says to leave him to sit with Ed, he says he wants to go. “That would be the blood loss talking, little man.” says a low drawl above his head, before Roach is casually slotting himself next to Ed, tugging at Izzy’s shirt and vest to get at the wound. Stede drops down on Izzy’s other side, face tight with worry and eyes wide, and Izzy wrinkles his nose. “I said-”

But Izzy can’t continue as, like a spell being broken, he’s suddenly surrounded by the rest of the crew, clustered so close it's almost suffocating. Voices overlap around him; Fang is saying something reassuring, Jim is threatening him to stay alive, and he thinks he hears Black Pete say ‘isn’t it bad luck for a unicorn to die?’ before Lucius elbows him. Izzy blinks.

The sharp pain from Roach sewing him up is bringing clarity back into his head, and he swears as his thoughts realign. He can’t think about them all wanting him to live, not now, so he focuses on the more prevalent matter.

“Why the fuck aren’t we moving?” They all look confused. “The ship!” He snaps. “The Navy are still out there, we should be sailing away, you twats!” The crew jump and immediately scramble off, rushing to get them going, and Izzy huffs.

He turns to snap at Stede, only to come face-to-face with a pair of big teary puppy eyes. Stede is also clutching tightly at his hand, he realizes, and Izzy sighs. “...fine, you can stay.”

Instead, Izzy turns to Ed, who's clutching his other hand and looking deeply relieved. “You, go help with the ship.” Ed blinks. “You know how to sail, go help them.” Ed opens his mouth to protest, but Stede speaks up. “It’ll help with making amends to the crew.” Ed closes his mouth, nods. He gives Izzy’s hand one last squeeze, before rising and crossing the deck to where Fang and Oluwande are working.

Roach finishes up his work, securing the bandages and giving Izzy one last assessing look, before nodding in satisfaction and joining the rest of the crew. And then it's just Stede and Izzy. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t have let me go.” Izzy mutters. Stede tilts his head. “Did you really want to?” Izzy grimaces. “...no.” Stede says nothing, only turns so his cheek is resting against the top of Izzy’s head, and Izzy has to breathe deep for a moment. He had come so close to losing everything he had only just gained, and the sharp pain in his side keeps him grounded.

Eventually, Stede says they probably shouldn’t be in the middle of the deck, and Izzy snorts. He goes to stand, stumbles, and Stede catches him, scoops him up in his arms, despite Izzy’s protests. They go into the captain’s cabin, get the blood cleaned off, get Izzy out of his dirty clothes. Stede guides him to the bed, and Izzy pauses. “Trying to get me into your bed, Bonnet?” He drawls, falling back on snark when he’s feeling so off-balance. Stede rolls his eyes. “Yeah, and you can have me in there too later, if you want.” He replies, with equal sass. Izzy flushes.

Stede gets him under the covers and he drops off almost instantly, exhausted. When he wakes, morning light pours in the windows, slightly cracked to let in a fresh breeze. The room is empty, but there are his clothes, neatly folded on a nearby chair. Izzy reaches for the pile, unfolds the shirt and vest. Both garments have been cleaned and mended, patched where the bullet hit him, and he stares blankly at the handiwork for a moment.

He can feel the breeze on his back, hear the crew out on deck. He remembers how they clustered around him, how Ed had looked devastated, how Stede had fought for him. He swallows hard and slips into his shirt, then opens his vest, taking it slow because of his injury.

His eyes catch on a shape on the inside of the vest and he freezes. On the outside, the fix is barely noticeable, a slightly different shade of black filling in the hole, but on the inside is a full patch, carefully stitched, and…

…in the shape of a rose. “What the fuck.” He hisses to himself, tears springing unbidden to his eyes.

Suddenly, he is very very grateful to still be alive.

Hey uh so I just rewatched ep 4 again and I’m super emotional about something (what’s new):

Crowley and Aziraphale know they love each other. They know that. They’re well aware by now. They’ve said it in every way but outright. “To the world” and “You always do” and “I would like to spend —” and “I need you” etc.

But uh. Do they know why?

Does Aziraphale know why Crowley loves him? Does he know how captivated Crowley is by him? By watching him enjoy food and music and magic and books and everything? His passion and enthusiasm and the ferocity with which he loves things? Does he know how much Crowley loves his openness, his clever mind, his softness and the steeliness just beneath? Does he know how impressed Crowley is by him, how much Crowley loves that he will fight for what he wants and believes in, loves his courage and his sheer stubbornness and determination to make the world better, even if it means defying the will of god? Does he know how goddamn fond Crowley is of him? Does Aziraphale know that the very parts of himself he’s wrestled with for millennia are what make him so precious to Crowley?

Does Crowley know why Aziraphale loves him? Does he know how dear he is to Aziraphale? Does he know how much Aziraphale loves being challenged by him, pushed and tempted but always supported? Does he know how much Aziraphale loves watching him move through the world, watching him care and delight in it, with that boundless heart of his? Watching him be kind and silly and soft and curious and himself? Does he know Aziraphale’s favorite color is the color of his eyes? Does he know how much Aziraphale loves just being near him, spending time with him, how seeing him is always the highlight of his day, his year, his eternal life? Does he know that he makes Aziraphale’s life better just by being in it? Does Crowley, who thinks he’s unloved and unwanted and wrong, know just how much Aziraphale wants him, just as he is?

No, I don’t think they know. I don’t think they understand at all. And god that is heartbreaking. To know you are so loved but to not understand why.

An enemy is just a friend I haven't worn down

Are you saying that you're the main character of a kids cartoon?

I'm saying that "I'm going to be friends with you" is both a promise and a threat

Quick! Funniest reason for someone to become a villain

Has a crush on the hero and can't be normal about it

even more sketches of my favourite bastard, but like actual sketches this time 

@etheriumart

tumblr in the 1800s meme example here we go. reblog this with which child of the week you are. i'm a tuesday child so i'm full of grace. rip to the wednesday children (full of woe) but i'm different

in case you were curious lmao. these descriptions absolutely define you no takebacks and also i'm sorry for dunking on wednesday children i'd hate to add to the woe. mwah.

WEDNESDAY YEYA

Always wanted to be Wednesday Addams.

Also, I reiterate, THEY MISSED SUNDAY COMPLETELY. Saturday and Sabbath are the same.

i know why people don't like the trope of revenge leaving you empty, but i love it, and I think it's because i love pretty much any permutation of "i've accomplished the great Goal and now what? i'm still the same person who set it, still me, but now i've lost the central thing that drove me onwards to greatness"

I also love mercy as a greater show of dominance than actually going through with the final blow - you've shown you can defeat them and now they have to live with the fact that you have them in your power

i just want to say that everyone reading the second part especially as about "forgiveness" or "healing" or whatever is a much nicer person than me, I'm talking about besting them, having them at your feet, and letting them crawl away, making them understand not only that they've lost but that if they try to stand in your way again you will let that final blow fall.

The revenge of having them consumed with you, instead of you consumed with them.

So brain and pinky are just canon now right?

We’ve all got reason to celebrate, I just love this reply @cawareyoudoin

Yes. Yes, this is exactly what I had in mind. Thank you.

Chelldos is everything I love. Enemies to lovers? Check. Monster gf + human gf? Check. Height difference? Check (I like when potato glados is drawn smol and angry and then tall and pissy in roboform. Either way there is a significant height difference with Chell). And most importantly, angst and dread that is healed by the other? Fucking CHECK. In conclusion, Chelldos all the way.

Also, a character to project onto... A bit. As a treat.

Also also, saving each other out of necessity, and then out of genuine care.

so what are we…

>axocomms . carrd . co

MMM

Sorry for repost but this is an important addition… the above comment said 500 yen is 5 bucks

Favourite manga of all time. Or at least in the top 3.

reblog if you:

All of the above!

hi i made a quiz instead of doing work!!!! what act of hubris is getting you punished for godcrimes? put ur results in the tags i need to know for research purposes <3

EDIT: the conceptual sexiness rating in the results is rating each act of hubris itself, not you as a person!!!! i should’ve made the wording less ambiguous im sorry ❤️

it’s funny bc I already crave to eat things I should not eat, like lava. it just looks delicious

Oh No.

FUCK YEA BABY

Androids of aperture 1/?

Hello! I don’t have the attention span to write a fic so I’m making a comic instead! Basically I’m taking unused dialogue from portal 2 and going with that. Also they’re robots? Sorry I’m terrible at explaing myself?

anyways I spent forever making this and if it’s successful enough I may make a second page.

Have to agree with GLaDOS on that one! Can’t wait to read more!!!

Enemies to “ugh I can’t believe I’m saving your life” to “ugh we have to work together or the world ends but it’s not like I like you or anything” to “oh we actually connect pretty well but that doesn’t mean anything” to “I would die for you but don’t read too much into it” to “I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you” to Lovers.

YES YES YES MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE DYNAMIC

the game's called ace attorney for a reason

WAKE UP AMERICA

No objections here.