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When your retired demon gets bored and has to fulfill his need to save you from IMMINENT DOOM.

Cute asf😭

I FINALLY DREW SOMETHING AGAIN. SORRY FOR THE BREAK. im working out going to college stuff rn... wish me luck

Real

Timeline of the last 12 months of the Good Omens fandom.

July 2023 - Good Omens season 2 drops. Fans watch on the presumption this season is based on the sequel idea Terry and NG spoke of in the 90’s and 2006. Reactions are mixed but mostly positive. We’re happy with fluff. Initial thoughts: “I don’t see how this story could have been fleshed out into an entire novel, but I guess it was only ever just initial ideas, so I suppose that works.”

July 2023 - THE KISS.

Fandom reaction: NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

August 2023 - NG responds to fandom

NG: “Season 2 isn’t actually based on the idea Terry and I spoke about.”

Fandom: “What?”

NG: “Season 2 is just a bridging story to get us to season 3. That will be the story that Terry and I discussed.”

Fandom: “What!?”

NG: “Season 3 hasn’t been greenlit by Prime yet so we might not get it.”

Fandom: “WHAT?!”

NG: “Also I wrote the kiss that way by giving the fandom what you want without actually giving you what you want. So like, stop asking me for things or I won’t write them.”

Fandom: “AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!”

August to November 2023 - The fandom, now lost and depressed, mope through the halls of Tumblr and Reddit, desperately clinging to any piece of information dropped by NG, sharing fan art, creating headcanons and theories, and writing the angstiest of angst fanfiction ever written. Some weep in a corner mumbling about the South Downs. Most just trudge through their daily lives, listless and despondent.

December 2023 - Prime greenlights Good Omens Season 3.

Fandom: YES! OMG HOORAY! WAHOO! Dancing in the streets. Fanfiction turns to fluff and smut. NG is active and happy, answering many questions without actually answering them. Gives us the hilarious gift of Dottie and Sadie.

January 2024 - speculation of when season 3 filming will begin commences. Realisation that it could be quite a while starts to sink in. Actors and writers strike has caused delay to the scripts being written. David and Michael have taken on theatre work which will delay their filming schedules. Douglas McKinnon announces he’s stepping away as director. Fandom has slight freak out, but NG reassures everyone it’s nothing to worry about, and linked to the recent strikes.

Early to mid 2024 - “The invisible and unbreakable line that joins Crowley and Aziraphale”.

Fandom: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! We inevitably become even more feral. Much fanart is made.

March 2024 - David hosts the BAFTAs and Michael helps him during the opening. David is then nominated for TV BAFTA for Good Omens.

Fandom: OMG YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!! Much dancing and celebration is had once again. We are so in love.

May 2024 - filming schedule for GO season 3 is announced. It will commence January 2025. The fandom reacts.

Fandom: “That’s still so long away!” “Michael and David will have their hair dyed white and red for the awards season!” “Going by the previous production schedule this means season 3 won’t reach our screen until 2026! No!” “Cannot wait for this to start filming we are going to be so feral!” More fanfiction, more fanart.

June 2024 - David hosts Pub in the Park. Michael joins him.

Fandom: THEY ARE SO CUTE! HOW CAN THEY BE THIS CUTE, WE DON’T DESERVE THEM.

Early July 2024 - horrible allegations are laid against NG and the fandom comes to a terrible crashing halt. Much debate and discussion is had back and forth: “Believe the victims”. “Separate the art from the artist”. “Drop the fandom entirely”. “Step back for a moment”. There is a lot of arguing, but there is also still a lot of love. NG has fled all social media.

Late July 2024 - until it’s January, and the show actually starts filming, Good Omens season 3 has now become Schrödinger’s Series. It both now exists and doesn’t exist. Prime at any moment may pull the production due to the backlash against NG. The fandom now re-examines McKinnon’s departure speculating if he left for other reasons. We once again despondently trudge the halls of tumblr and Reddit feeling the same feeling of this time last year.

And that pretty much brings us up to date. Anything could happen in the next six months, which is why I feel we’re all worried. It’s why I’m worried. So instead, keep sharing the art, keep writing the fanfiction, keep speculating with theories and headcanons. Let’s be here for each other. Because we created this fandom for each other. It doesn’t belong to NG anymore. Let’s do this for Terry. Personally, I can’t wait to come back to this timeline and add January 2025 - filming begins.

My Angel really is an Angel.

quick fic about Crowley and aziraphale

Crowley come to Aziraphale with a bit of a migraine luckily for him his Angel is a caring sweetheart who always knows how to take care of him.

It was an awfully quiet, rainy morning in Aziraphale’s bookshop. He was sitting by one of the many windows, reading a book, when the door swung open, and in came Crowley. He looked awful; there was no denying it. “Are you alright, Crowley?” the angel asked, clearly concerned for the demon. The demon ran a hand through his hair. “Fine, angel. I’m fine.”

Aziraphale was worried but gave a slight nod. Crowley hated lying to the angel, but he knew that if he told him the truth, Aziraphale would probably go crazy and try to make him rest, and he didn’t want to rest right now.

After a bit, the pounding headache he had got worse, and he closed his eyes behind his glasses. Aziraphale grew more and more concerned. “Are you sure you’re alright, darling?” he asked. The demon groaned and gave in. “Right, fine, angel. I have a pounding migraine. Just shhhhh.”

The demon realized how silent it had become and opened his eyes to see the white-haired male closing the blinds and turning off the lights, leaving just the dim candlelight. “Owhhh, angel, you don’t have to do that. I have sunglasses for a reason.”

The angel frowned. “But you shouldn’t have to wear those in here, especially with a headache,” he said softly, trying to keep his voice low.

Crowley was very appreciative of that and gave a small smile to the angel, taking off his glasses. He was quite tired, though, and lay down across the small loveseat in the bookshop, falling asleep. Aziraphale didn’t mind; at least the demon was getting rest.

Crowley woke up around two hours later feeling much better—a little nauseated but pretty good overall. The angel had made tea and left it next to him while he went to visit Maggie across the way. Crowley saw a bowl of crisps on the table next to him and ate a few—not many due to his nauseated state, but enough to make sure he wasn’t really hungry.

As Crowley settled back into the cushions of the loveseat, he picked up the teacup and took a tentative sip. The warm liquid was soothing, and he let out a contented sigh. The dim candlelight gave the bookshop a cozy, almost ethereal atmosphere, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he felt a sense of peace.

Aziraphale returned shortly, carrying a couple of books and records under his arm. He smiled warmly when he saw Crowley awake and looking somewhat better. "Feeling any better, my dear?" he asked, his voice still soft and gentle.

Crowley nodded, setting the teacup down. "Yeah, a bit. Thanks for the tea and, you know, the rest of it."

Aziraphale's smile widened. "Anything for you, Crowley. Now, would you like to hear about the new music Maggie introduced me to? She’s been experimenting with some new blends, she’s been showing me so much new music.

Crowley chuckled, the sound low and a bit raspy. "Sure, angel. Distract me with some tea talk."

Aziraphale spoke about all the new music Maggie had introduced him to and how much he liked it.

After a while, Crowley felt a little stronger, enough to sit up and join Aziraphale at the table. "You know," he said, reaching for another crisp, "you really didn't have to do all this. But I... I appreciate it."

Aziraphale looked at him, his blue eyes soft and full of concern. "Of course I did, Crowley. You’re my friend. And friends look out for each other."

Crowley gave a rare, genuine smile. "Yeah, angel. They do."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the rain tapping gently against the windows. The world outside was still gray and dreary, but inside the bookshop, it felt warm and safe.

Aziraphale stood and went to one of the shelves, carefully selecting a book before returning to the table. "I was thinking," he began, "that perhaps a good story might help take your mind off things."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? And what story did you have in mind, angel?"

Aziraphale handed him the book, the leather cover worn from years of handling. "It's an old favorite of mine, 'The Wind in the Willows'. A comforting read, wouldn't you say?"

Crowley chuckled, the sound still a bit rough around the edges. "Comforting? You really are something else, Aziraphale. But alright, let's see what all the fuss is about."

As Aziraphale began to read aloud, his voice steady and melodic, Crowley leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the words paint vivid pictures in his mind. The tale of Mole, Rat, and their adventures along the riverbank unfolded, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.

Time seemed to slip away, the outside world fading into the background as they immersed themselves in the story. Crowley found himself genuinely enjoying the narrative, the simple joys and camaraderie of the characters resonating with him more than he expected. It was a reminder that even in the most mundane moments, there could be beauty and solace.

When Aziraphale paused to turn a page, Crowley opened his eyes and looked at him. "You know, angel, you have a way of making even the simplest things seem... special."

Aziraphale's cheeks flushed slightly, a soft pink hue coloring them. "Well, I suppose it's all about perspective, isn't it? Finding joy in the little things."

Crowley nodded, the headache now a distant memory. "Yeah, maybe you could be right but how could I know."

They continued reading, the hours slipping by unnoticed. The rain outside began to lighten, the persistent drumming on the windows becoming a gentle patter. Aziraphale's voice, soothing and unwavering, was the perfect antidote to Crowley's earlier turmoil.

Eventually, Aziraphale set the book down, marking their place with a delicate ribbon. "I think that's enough for today. How are you feeling now?"

Crowley stretched, feeling the tension ease from his muscles. "Better. Much better. Thanks, Aziraphale."

The angel smiled, a mixture of relief and contentment. "I'm glad. You know you can always come here if you need a place to rest or just... be."

Crowley met his gaze, the sincerity in Aziraphale's words touching him deeply. "I know, angel. And I appreciate it. More than you know."

They sat together in companionable silence, the bond between them growing stronger with each shared moment. For all their differences, it was times like these that reminded Crowley just how much he valued Aziraphale's unwavering kindness and friendship.

As the rain finally ceased, the first rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds, Crowley stood and stretched. "I should probably get going. Got things to do, people to see."

Aziraphale nodded, though there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Of course. But promise me you'll take care of yourself, Crowley."

Crowley smirked, his trademark swagger returning. "Don't I always, angel?"

Aziraphale gave him a knowing look. "Just... be careful."

With a final nod, Crowley slipped on his sunglasses and headed for the door. He paused before leaving, turning back to give Aziraphale one last smile. "Thanks, Aziraphale. For everything..I um.. I guess."

Aziraphale watched as Crowley disappeared into the brightening day, a sense of contentment settling over him. He returned to his seat, picking up the book and running a finger along its spine. Life was unpredictable, full of unexpected twists and turns, but one thing remained constant: his friendship with Crowley. And in moments like these, that was more than enough.

RAHHHH YOU CAN DRAW SO WELL BOOKIE

Finished ig

RAHHHHH STILL UP 🙏

HiHiHi these are my rule𝘴 and what I will write about❤️

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦！！

𝘏𝘪 𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘢𝘻𝘻！𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸！！

What fandoms I’ll write for !!

－𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮

－𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦

－𝘪𝘵 （2017－2019）

－𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩

－d̷r̷.s̷t̷o̷n̷e̷!

-Hunter X Hunter

-m̷y̷ h̷e̷r̷o̷ a̷̷c̷̷a̷̷d̷̷e̷̷m̷̷i̷̷a̷̷

(I’ll add more later)

𝘋𝘯𝘪

－k!n𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴

－𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢

－𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮

－𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴

－𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯

𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵！！！

－𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴

－𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴

－𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴

－𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴

－d̷r̷.s̷t̷o̷n̷e̷

-Hunter X Hunter fans!!!

-m̷y̷ h̷e̷r̷o̷ a̷̷c̷̷a̷̷d̷̷e̷̷m̷̷i̷̷a̷!!!

-quite literally any good person

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦

－𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

－𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

－𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴

－𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭

－𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴！！

-mental comfort

-gentle love

（𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳）

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦

－𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

－𝘴𝘩

－𝘬！𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘰

－𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦

Draw me next please I beg my little pookie bear 🙏🙏🙏

🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

ATE

WORK IN PROGRESS 🙀

I need request for fics! Preferably dsmp requests pls give me some also preferably sickfics their just so cute 🥹

My love…

George laid himself down on the couch after getting home late from doing an irl stream. when dream saw him he smiled “Hi babe” George looked at him and spoke “hi..” Dream could see something was up “what’s wrong?” George shook his head “nothing nothing I’m fine” he smiled softly George was clearly not okay dream could hear his stomach make weird audible noises. George was obviously not feeling well he didn’t want to say anything george had always been like this always avoiding admitting that he was sick or didn’t feel well he always did this no matter what he always tried to play it off or sleep as if someone didn’t notice. Dream could always notice cause George was noticeably quieter. So dream spoke “are you feeling okay babe I mean you doing that thing where you get all quiet..” George looked up “I’m fine..” he said clearly not being fine. Dream clearly didn’t believe that so he sat on the couch with him and looked at him. “You’re clearly not fine what’s wrong..” dream asked gently which made George crack and admit it. George softly spoke “I don’t feel good.. my stomach feels awful and I’m hot I feel horrible..!” He complained making dream feel bad. “Oh my love…” dream spoke he could tell that night was gonna consist of him taking care of George. It was gonna be a long night.

Little fic I wrote during class I hope you like it😚

HiHiHi these are my rule𝘴 and what I will write about❤️

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦！！

𝘏𝘪 𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘢𝘻𝘻！𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸！！

What fandoms I’ll write for !!

－𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮

－𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦

－𝘪𝘵 （2017－2019）

－𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩

－d̷r̷.s̷t̷o̷n̷e̷!

-Hunter X Hunter

-m̷y̷ h̷e̷r̷o̷ a̷̷c̷̷a̷̷d̷̷e̷̷m̷̷i̷̷a̷̷

-good omens

-Harry Potter/marauders

(I’ll add more later)

𝘋𝘯𝘪

－k!n𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴

－𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢

－𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮

－𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴

－𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯

𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵！！！

－𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴

－𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴

－𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴

－𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴

－d̷r̷.s̷t̷o̷n̷e̷

-Hunter X Hunter fans!!!

-m̷y̷ h̷e̷r̷o̷ a̷̷c̷̷a̷̷d̷̷e̷̷m̷̷i̷̷a̷!!!

-good omens enjoyers

-Harry Potter/marauders fans

-quite literally any good person

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦

－𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

－𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

－𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴

－𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭

－𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴！！

-mental comfort

-gentle love

（𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳）

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦

－𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

－𝘴𝘩

－𝘬！𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘰

－𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦

Ahhh I love this 🥹

Scott Pilgrim Moodboard + Paci Edit

🧡 HEADCANONS 🧡

Regresses 3-8/9 years old

Wallace isn’t his “caregiver” but he has taken care of Scott while little

Scott is either veryyy talkative or non-verbal

He’s also the cuddliest little thing he loves to be held

Wallace bought him a stuffed fox and he cuddles up to it every night

LOVES headpats !!!!