Girl Suffering Mental Illnesses And Crippling Loneliness: “I’m Struggling Bad But It’s Definitely

Imagine

You make your nerdy boyfriend a puzzle, out of the kindness of your heart

And then bro SHSJJSS gets addicted

And you’re having to make puzzles all the time now, this is not what you asked for at all

And he gets to a point like >:( well I don’t want paper puzzles anymore, I want a cool BOX, this isn’t complicated enough for me!

And Virgil just lets out a deep sigh and gets back to making puzzles HEJAJS

Aziraphale’s phone rings.  He answers, expecting it to be Crowley.  But to his surprise, it’s a demon he’s never met.

“I’m Crowley’s replacement,” the demon says.  “He’s not done anything impressive lately, and Downstairs doesn’t like how ineffective he is at keeping you in line.  So now he’s shuffling paperwork and scooping up hellhound shit while I do his job for him.”

“Ah… I see,”  Aziraphale says icily.  “Well, I most assuredly do not look forward to working with you.”

The demon laughs.  “Feeling’s mutual.”

Twenty-four hours later, the demon is very surprised to find himself discorporated in his sleep.  He can’t explain what happened, he has absolutely no idea.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Beelzebub says, annoyed, and sends the demon back up.

After a mere three days, the demon ends up discorporated again.

A new replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for a week and a day.

A third replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for exactly four hours.

Three demons are sent up next time.  Two manage to stay alive for at least five months.  In that time, they botch four very important temptations, and the citizens of London inexplicably find their daily lives much improved in thousands of little ways.  Traffic and pollution are nonexistent, injury and illness are miraculously avoided.  Church attendance is up five hundred percent, and every politician and CEO is struck by the urge to donate as much money as possible to charity.  There’s a general feeling of contentedness and goodwill in the air that wasn’t there before.  It feels downright heavenly.

Suddenly, Beelzebub is having a very hard time finding anyone to take Crowley’s post.  Bribes and threats make no difference.  The rumors have spread and only grown more disturbing in the telling.  Not one demon is willing to go up there and face the cold, calculated, merciless wrath of the angel known as Aziraphale.

Crowley absolutely loses it when someone gets around to telling him.  “Y’know, I could’ve warned you,” he says gleefully.  “Been working with him for thousands of years.  I know exactly how much of a bastard he can be.”

After running the numbers and seeing how many souls they’ve lost to Heaven in the past year, Beelzebub gives up and concludes that trying to replace Crowley is a massive waste of resources Hell can’t afford.

After one year, Aziraphale receives another phone call.  He answers, with bated breath, and nearly shouts for joy when he hears a familiar voice.

“Hi, angel.  Lunch on me?”

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Maybe it’s a cause for concern, but i’m not at ease, keeping my head to the curb

pro tip if you cant get the motivation to do studies: Just Turn it into Fanart

Unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping with platonic dukexiety?

Virgil as a character is absolutely hilarious to me because this is a man who - if you stare into his eyes too long - you’ll experience the most mortifying existential dread in your life. He’s the physical manifestation of something so primal in the back of your mind, borne from millions of years of evolution. He alone terrifies you when there is nothing else that terrorizes you just to make sure you know he’s there.

And this is the same man that does Secret Santa with his friends, wears onesies, bickers like an angsty teen, and God forbid if he’ll ever correct a waitress if she got his order wrong.

a running joke that i like to put in all my sanders sides fanfics is that everyone thinks virgil is hot. even when he's a scary spider monster, everyone is insanely attracted to him. his love interest in this fic, the other sides who aren't his love interest, random background characters. everyone. he is not aware of this fact at all. no matter how obvious someone is in flirting with him, he will never pick up on it unless they outright tell him that's what's happening. in one of my fics he has been dating roman for weeks and has no idea

i don't know why this is such a strong headcanon of mine. he just has that vibe. i do the same thing with logan a lot too actually now that i think about it. it's just a bit more common with virgil

"Angsty anxiety medication fic" this, "Virgil is dying" that, no. I want to see an Anxiety Medication fanfic where Virgil spends the entire time high as a kite and living his best life. Like 3 edibles, Thomas from Accepting Anxiety Part 1 levels of not giving a fuck, causing chaos and then taking a 12 hour nap until Thomas' body gets used to the meds.

My brother just said " I'm scared that an octopus will come and steal everything" and I thought of remus and I had to hold the laughter.