I Think My Obsession Get Started...  ...and I Don’t Know How Much Time I Spend On This Drawing, Because

Hello! Not the promised angst, but I needed to cheer myself up today, so here’s some cuteness, a touch of emotional hurt, and a soft ending.

(CW for discussion of drunken shenanigans, after the fact, extremely mild.)

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The moment Crowley woke up, he knew something was wrong.

Even with his eyes closed – the room smelled too dusty, the air too dry. The pillows were too soft, the sheets nowhere near Egyptian cotton, and he was burrowed under a blanket that was thicker and heavier than anything he owned. It was comfortable, but it was wrong.

There was also someone moving nearby, footsteps treading softly near the bed.

Old instincts activated, bringing him from drowsy to alert in less than a second, without changing his posture in any way. Let the intruder think he still slept. He pictured the layout of his room, the distance to the door, the exact spot of the fancy lamp on his bedside table. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but it should buy time. He’d need to roll over, it was behind him, and from the sound of it the intruder was…inside…the wall?

Pressing his face into the pillow, Crowley slowly cracked open one eye.

The wall was much farther away than he remembered, and the room much brighter, and filled with bookshelves, and…

“For Ssssssomeone’s sake, Angel,” he groaned, sitting up. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Aziraphale turned from where he was sliding books onto a shelf, blinking innocently. “I’m terribly sorry, did I wake you?”

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I had NO IDEA what awaited me after first sight of this. I fell in love with every character, every shot and duck and I started the biggest seeking after book in my language (never happen, never translated, but found in similar language from '97 after 2 months), reading, rewatching, discovering amazing artists and writers, rewatching, rewatching, and finally I was forced to read in English (never do before) script book and wonderful fanfics.  Today, I read stories in English every day. Every day I read comics, every day I find new fanart and every day my heart is filled with love of this two idiots. Thank you, Terry and Neil. Thanks to everyone of the warmest fandom in the world, you are great.

And because I like my life to be harder, I made a mini comic for my next collab for Reverse Bang. Echoes of an Angel was written by amazing @gwenstacyismyicon , and you should give it a shot! Or her other works ♡ I wish there would be more from this AU, because oh boy, we went soo crazy with ideas! And, honestly, I would love to read and draw more of Crowley's piece of art. (please click/tap on the picture to see more details, preview is quite blurred)

This is the first sketch. It took me about 30 mins and I still can't believe anybody wanted to write a story based on it :D

I guess I started drawing… and I'm quite happy with how nicely Aziraphale turned out. Hopefully, I'll finish it soon :D Hard to guess from that little cutout, but it's inspired by a fic The High Road and the Low Road I recently read, and I'm completely smitten. By these two idiots (again) and Scotland (again). Can't wait for next chapter @saretton ♡

Hello friends Look at this amazing and marvellous Our Side Pride Zine 2021, full of gorgeous art and fics and love! Download or/and donate if you like to help black trans people ♥ There is also my short comic (about crepe cakes yay), a collaboration with wonderful @suvroc​ - thank you again :)

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I’m so im love with your art style! Can’t stop staring on it, just can’t.

If I haven't loved Crowley yet, I would fall for him right here and right now.

Finally fricking finishing this painting was not intentionally coordinated with recent ~events~ but I will absolutely take it. You can read a little more about my long journey with this painting in the last post. I'm just....really really happy with it. Happy to have worked on it, and happy it's done. Still thinking about a title. ✨PRINTS✨ I'll be doing a Shop Update this Saturday, July 3rd, with: - Open Edition prints - Limited Edition prints, hand-embellished with gold watercolor (details soon) Love you all (and....goes without saying. S2 👏🙌🤩)

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If They Only Knew

If they only knew

How to keep you safe like I kept you

How to speak the words they never used

I wish they only knew

There were three truths that Aziraphale had been taught about demons. Of course, there were far more than three, but seeing as Heaven strived to be concise while maintaining its penchant for symbolism, the list had been broken down into three main concerns.

1.     Demons will do all that they can to spread evil. Demons will destroy all that is good.

2.     Demons do not trust one another. Therefore, you cannot trust a demon.

3.     Demons cannot love.

There was not a pamphlet that had been distributed to the Heavenly Host. These were truths that had been conveyed through countless conversations, side-eyes, implications, subtle jabs, and consistent proclamations of specially selected scripture.

There were truths about angels too. There were truths about angels, but there were also truths about Aziraphale.

There seemed to be an ever-present divide between Aziraphale and the rest of the angels. Where the rest of the Heavenly Host had the ability to carry out their duties based upon adherence to logic and reasoning, Aziraphale was aware that he often allowed his emotions to overtake his better judgement. The angels had made that clear to him. On occasions in which Aziraphale would hazard questions and concerns in Heaven, soaked to the bone with frigid flood waters, ears ringing with cries from The Crucifixion, the angels had been able to carry on, driven by purpose and written resolve. They had assured him. They had known what was best.

In mending his mind, he would use a scrap of his heart, trying not to focus on the ache it left behind.

Aziraphale learned to rely on logic, to fall back on these truths when he felt his heart rush forward. When he felt questions, griefs, desires well up inside of himself, all he could do was step back and address them objectively, lest he do something rash.

For there were truths about angels, and truths about Aziraphale. And if Aziraphale no longer fit these gospels, then what made him any more different than a demon?

There was one problem. Aziraphale had used these pillars of logic to try and hold himself together, using the knowledge of his superiors to remind himself of his place. Of Crowley’s place.

But these angels had never felt hope at seeing a demon in a jail cell. They had never sat close enough to his raucous laughter to notice that he had crow’s feet by golden eyes. They had never heard a broken voice, shaking with something other than the cold, asking over and over for the safety of children.

And as often as Aziraphale reminded himself that Crowley was a demon, there was the growing feeling that he was also a friend. But friendship was a dangerous thing. So Aziraphale did what he could – he reasoned. He built his companionship with Crowley upon the pillars of these truths, and when he felt the all too familiar desire to grow ever closer, he would rip stitching from his heart to sew his mind together again. The fractured pillars were sealed with cement.

But tonight. Tonight, there had been a bombshell. Metaphorically, there had been two.

“These are just a bunch of half-witted Nazis.”

Number 1.

“It’d take a real miracle for my friend and I to survive it.”

Number 2.

“Little demonic miracle of my own.”

Number 3.

“Lift home?”

The pillars collapsed. The last threads of Aziraphale’s heart were torn away. But rather than bleeding out, it was as if a barrier had been removed. These threads had not been sutures, but rather tethers and bindings. After so many years, this fragile thing was finally released.

And love crept forward tentatively.

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