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♪ Look into his angel eyes, one look and you’re hypnotized ♪

I’d like to thank Michael Sheen for having the most fucking ANGELIC smile ever 10000/10, would die for him

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sketch of crowley sleeping (red chalk on paper, aziraphale, 2025)

what i imagine aziraphale would do (if he’s grown a bit bored of reading) when crowley is asleep — probably much better than this sketch by yours truly, though!

(also, it’s digital… but aziraphale would never)

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Aziraphale!

I can’t find you!

Where are you?  

You’re gone…..

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Serpent

Experimenting with a lose style (yes, my control freak self is imploding right now)

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The artist at work, part 2

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Hello, I am posting this very old WIP. I meant it to be a companion piece to my illustration of Crowley making Alpha Centauri.

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hnnnnn this is all i have to offer in these tryin times bc of school starting but i still cant stop thinkin abt. Them

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👿: I made most of these stars, aren't they gorgeous?

😇: Indeed, very gorgeous.

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Where exactly are you looking, Aziraphale?

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Since the exclusivity period is over, here's the piece I made for @ourownsidefund Bright Star zine!!!

I'm so glad I can finally share this one. 💖.

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@goodomensafterdark

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"Your taking care is what made me fall in love with you"

Summary:

Aziraphale, a bookseller, and Crowley, a botanist, have been married for years and live in a cottage far from the bustle of London. On a late January Sunday, Aziraphale wakes up to find Crowley missing from their bed.

Hello! This is a short story, written for a dear friend who loves these two ineffable husbands just as much as I do. Hope you like it :)

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thank you for this blog!

here's a fic rec for everyone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63060646

Thank you for this rec!...

Gestures Great and Small by Inherently_human (T)

It's Valentine’s Day tomorrow, not that Crowley has the time to think about that right now. He has much more important things on his mind, like trying not to get discorporated from hypothermia. Aziraphale finds him right before he loses consciousness. When Crowley wakes in the bookshop, he only cares about one thing: Is the ring still in his blazer? (A comic-fic collab between me and @LcnaCosplay on X)

- Mod D

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it's not exactly how I wanted it to look, so maybe I'll draw it again later.. idk, it's still a good one

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«Let me get what I want this time»

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My gold medal

“Fell, please, smile!” How long does a moment of glory last? How much can a gold medal weigh?

“Aziraphale, this way!” Will she be proud of me? Will I be enough now?

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Aziraphale Fell’s main goal is to qualify for the Olympics, get on the podium, and win the gold medal with his volleyball team. It’s a promise, more than a dream, made to someone in the past. His life goes on normally until, one evening, he receives a friend request from the american volleyball team's captain.

This is the first chapter of the story I'm writing.

If you want, take a look! I would be happy to receive your feedback :)

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Happy pride month to these two!

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a hug ❤️‍🩹

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celebratory kisses!! 🌈💕💕💕

(with a few different flags over on twitter!)

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I was a little sad when I did this and somehow It comforted me

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It's been a long time since I posted something here