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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 ♡

Old but gold and I read side effect first time and I’m cackling 😀

#getting into mood ✨

My holidays officially started today (yay!) and I got up without an alarm clock instead of someone particular. I know how hard it is, but you can do it! Wake up Crowley and go to hug your husband.

“You go too fast for me, Crowley.”

I DID IT

Very first time I forgot how to count.

I KNOW THE FIC AT FIRST SIGHT!

You had no idea but today I read this particular fanfiction and OHHH I feel it in my bones. Gosh, that pose and look in face. AHH

The stem of the wineglass Aziraphale’s hand snaps cleanly in two, but no one seems to hear it—every eye in the room is trained on the redheaded dancer sashaying to the gleaming silver pole, centre stage for all to see.

Oh, Aziraphale thinks faintly. Good lord.

This is a snippet from No Church in the Wild by @contraststudies ! Ever since I came across this story, the imagery captivated mevand I knew I had to illustrate it !!

Bianca, you’re the best and I want you to know how much I appreciate you ❤🧡💛

Full image on my AO3 (now in two colour versions)

Braces.  Guys, I’m living and dying for braces. I made a quick sketch of Aziraphale’s summer outfit (there is also his whole figure, but not finished yet) inspired by fic Don't Cry Over Spilled Coffee by @waffleironbiddingwar

Crowley was going to faint. He stared at the kind face as surprised blue eyes stared back. “Oh,” the stranger said, with the slightest hint of an accent. 

“Er.” Crowley wasn’t sure what to say and the children, seeming to understand something strange was happening, were silent. Finally, Adam spoke up. 

“Mr. Fell, the kite went out of control.” He held it up. “Part of the frame was bent.” 

“And it knocked over my coffee,” Crowley unhelpfully supplied, his brain unable to think of anything else except the gorgeous man in front of him. He could even look past the terrible brown sandals he was wearing.  I've never been a summer person, actually I am not able sit and take a sunbath for 5 minutes (plus I live inland) but this AU got under my skin.  And yes, tartan IS stylish! (and everywhere)

Am I the only one who is trilling from the idea of HOW MANY ZINES will be forming after sesson 2?

This is such a sweet idea! And the art!! Love love love ♥️

After the NotPocalypse, Crowley grows birds of paradise. He claims it's because he just digs their resemblance to his current hairstyle, but Aziraphale read in a book once that they symbolise joy, freedom, and liberty. And whenever the angel sees them, he feels flashes of Crowley's love.

liberty (noun):

1. the state of being free within society from oppressive restrictions imposed by authority on one's way of life, behavior, or political views.

2. the power or scope to act as one pleases.

lmao imagine the initial shock of seeing a meteor shower for the first time and thinking that it’s the Almighty casting out your creations as another act of rejection