Ive Got A Cold Right Now And I Feel Like Im Being Possessed By Lukas.

I’ve got a cold right now and I feel like I’m being possessed by Lukas.

Lockwood and Co: The Empty Grave spoilers

Just finished the empty grave and OH MY GODS.

QUILL. GODDAM. KIPPS.

I was almost sobbing my eyes out, fully convinced he was going to die, and he has the audacity to SURVIVE?

You don’t just do that to a person! Gonna give me a goddam heart attack!

Ouch. How dare you

technically not supposed to share this yet but shhh no one will find out

The two of them approached a corner, and at the sound of them coming near, the cries that had been growing louder muffled. “I command you to leave,” a familiar voice said, shaky and riddled with sadness. “Whoever you are, you are not qualified to deal with the highly confidential project I am working on.”

Crowley laughed. “Highly confidential, ey?” he said with a smirk, peeking his head around the bend. On the other side, slightly down a hall, Azirphale stood hunched over with a folder in his hands. “Would be a shame if a Demon got a hold of whatever that is, wouldn’t it?”

At his words, the file folder fell to the floor, Aziarpahle turned, his fists clenched at his sides and his face red from both sobbing and what seemed to be slight anger.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. His eyes narrowed, catching on him and then behind him at Muriel. “What is this…this…this Demon doing here, Muriel?”

A squeak Muriel's mouth, and Crowley stepped in front of them. “Is that all I am to you, Aziraphale? A Demon? A spawn of Satan himself?” He threw his arms out to the side, doing little jazz hands. “Am I getting my devilish grime all over your pristine floors? What a shame.”

Aziraphale fists were so tightly balled at his sides that they were turning bright pink. “I asked Muriel, not you,” he muttered. It felt like a bullet to Crowley's heart, but he pushed forward.

“Muriel doesn’t need to be dragged into whatever problem you have with me,” he spat. “And if you punish them for bringing me here, you are more than the damn bastard I already know you are.” He looked back at Muriel, who was cowering. “Go,” he instructed, and they scurried off with a nod.

“You have zero right to come up here and call me terrible things after what you did,” said Azirpahle. Crowley’s mouth fell open in shock.

“After what I did?” He looked around, and upon seeing no one, raised his voice. “All I did, Angel, was finally come out of the cowardly shell I’ve been hiding in for 6000 years! Do you ever think about what you did?”

Gulping, Aziraphale stood his ground. “I did what was right.”

Silence fell over the two of them for a moment, and Crowley found himself stalking forward until he was face to face with the Angel who had shattered him. “You did what you were taught, Angel. You did as you thought you should. But you didn’t follow what you wanted. Tell me how you think that’s right. Because it certainly doesn’t look that way to me.”

“I did the only thing I could, Crowley,” Aziraphale said, eyes wet with tears once again. “An Angel and a Demon, they aren’t meant to be together. Not in any capacity. It’s wrong. I should have never gotten that close to you in the first place.”

“Then why did you?”

No thoughts, just him

Cameron Chapman as Anthony Lockwood Death Is Coming, Lockwood & Co.

I am So Totally Capable of being normal about Elsie and Rajan, but I’m so scared because now I’m emotionally invested and @quiddie is Out For Blood.

I can’t take another Marion and Jean. Aabria, I’d ask you to have mercy but I know it’s far too late.

Good luck all.

*cracks knuckles* i've never been one to be unique, so i shall dabble in this as well

if this post gets to 20k notes by the end of november (see the impossible deadline?) i will finally get cracking on my novel and put it up on wattpad when its done

i love impossible deadlines, especially when i'm setting them <3