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L, do you know Gods of death love apples?

L, do you know Gods of death who love apples have red hands?

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[April 2022] “Playing his game” - listened to the death note musical on repeat whilst I drew this and it is homoerotic as hell

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this got Numbers on twitter so i’m posting here cause i literally have nothing else going on but working on my webcomic which you can read here and support here

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I saw a few different fandom versions of that one shen comic and thought it would only be right to make a version with mx. ox-rib-inhaler.

(Original: https://bsky.app/profile/shenanigansen.bsky.social/post/3lhceurshr224 )

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A little addition to the Jayvik mermaid comic xD

A little addition to the Jayvik mermaid comic xD A lot of people in the comments were begging Jayce to get Viktor some water. Well… technically, he did :D

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infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

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You know it's good when you're entitled to financial compensation by the end of it

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Your lips my lips, apocalypse 💫

- cigarettes after sex

Art credit: @viklooud

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I just realized something:

OKAY so in one of my headcannons I mentioned how Aziraphale and Crowley danced in the rain together...

Crowley: "A sudden rainstorm forces them beneath a canopy - they look into each others eyes and realize they were made for each other."

Aziraphale: "People would gather and do some formal dancing and then realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love."

dancing in the rain is literally both of their ideas of falling in love combined T_T

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Here are the stills for my Bunny Omens animation ^^

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And it was all yellooooow 💛💛💛💛

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Crowley, the Fallen 🐍🔥

Reference here

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,,Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?" Yeah man, being the daughter

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And what an aesthetic, satan bless