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The Lord of Chaos and their wolf dad.

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the dads meeting their boys. i love drawing the sweet domestic stuff for this podcast

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me getting a fic idea that’s gonna knock everyone’s socks off:

me trying to actually write it:

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doodled a lil adventuring party for fun

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Basically

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ohh wow

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my sister’s great dane doesn’t fit into store-size doggy clothes so someone custom made flannel pj’s for her and now i’m crying

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poodle werewolf

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viva la vida defined 2008 I don’t remember anything else and I refuse to

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Justin mcelroy: *laughing uncontrollably as he tries to tell a joke, completely unintelligible*

Me:

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My sister takes a stand

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So pure

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Requested by anonymous

I was discussing this with cheshiresden, and she offered to write it for me. <3 Thank you, Che. You are absolutely amazing.

It had been raining most of the day and the sky was still covered by dark clouds by the time Sebastian parked the car. Stepping out he opened an umbrella, the rain having turned into a steady drizzle that had soaked the path the sniper walked on thoroughly. He hated the rain, had always hated it but today it also brought a growing melancholy that surrounded the entire area. Reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket he took out a pack of cigarettes and his favorite lighter.

A gift from Jim. Not that Jim would approve of his second in command smoking on this day. But Sebastian really needed a smoke and Jim would have to be satisfied with him wearing one of the suits his tailor had made for him. The sniper hated them even more than the rain. Sebastian snorted shortly at these thoughts while lighting a cigarette, dragging the smoke deeply into his lungs. Jim always said this would kill him one day but Moran knew that this wasn’t the case. He often joked then that cancer was scared of him but he didn’t feel particularly for joking today.

The gravel of the small path made wet crunching noises under his Italian leather shoes and Moran had made sure to polish them until they were spotless. Everything for the boss, as always. Another lungful of smoke was exhaled, immediately carried away by the strong breeze that pulled on the umbrella, made the coattails of his suit flutter and sent sprays of water into the man’s face. Sebastian grimaced but continued onwards, checking his clock. He was still on time and for some reason he felt strangely proud of it. He stopped by a small bench, sitting down on it after wiping wetness off the dark metal.

“Hey Jim.” He turned his gaze to the right, grinning slightly. Today it felt quite easy to smile despite the dreadful weather and the suit and tie that felt like they were about to suffocate him. “Things went well with Harris. Turned out to be rather easy in the end. So we can continue with the expansion as planned.”

He lifted his head for a moment, staring into the dark sky.

“Unfortunately Dekker was not so lucky. Got caught in an explosion and lost his right hand. I still think he’s worth keeping around.”

 He fell silent for a moment as he waited, then nodded.

“I knew you’d agree. Oh yeah- I have seen the doctor. He got a girlfriend now. And there are rumors in the vines that Holmes is alive as you already predicted.” Sebastian laughed shortly but there was no humor in his voice. “I guess I have to get ready for the big event then. It’s strange but I almost don’t care anymore that you’re so obsessed with him.”

He flicked the cigarette to the ground, grinding it under his shoe.

“Yeah, yeah, no worries- I don’t intend to get myself killed. I’m neither stupid nor suicidal. You didn’t hire a moron, right?” He chuckled again, this time sounding amused as he run a hand through his now damp hair. “I need a hair cut again. Or else I’ll look like a hippie and that wouldn’t go well with the suit. Presentation is everything.”

He mimicked Jim’s voice then grinned.

“But as you can see, things are going well.”

The sniper paused for a moment then let his eyes wander again over the white marble square laying on the ground a few steps away in front of him.

“Even without you. But you did make sure that I would be able to keep your little empire running, you twat. Bloody got me caught in your spider web and didn’t intend to let me go afterwards.” He reached into his suit jacket once again, taking out a small parcel. “I got this today in the mail. With a card. Happy birthday to me, you bastard. Dead people don’t send gifts.”

He unwrapped it and took out a small dark box, opening it. Inside in a satin cover laid an expensive watch. Sebastian stared at the gift then simply closed it again and stood up, placing it on the gravestone that read ‘Richard Brook’.

“Sorry Jim, but I can’t take this. Next time you better give it to me yourself. I hate getting gifts in the mail.” He felt his throat tighten, fighting for composure for a moment. “So you better show up next year because I’m not going to come here all the time to drop your fucking gifts. Especially not in this abysmal weather.”

Sebastian’s fingers trembled this time as he run them through his hair once more.

“You hear me, Jim? You better show up. Because if you don’t I’ll fucking find you, wherever you are. Holmes is still alive. Don’t tell me you didn’t plan that in advance. There’s no way he outsmarted you.” His voice grew louder, causing a few ravens to fly up from a nearby tree, cawing in protest. The sniper fell silent again, clutching the umbrella firmly. “I need to head back to work. You should at least…call. Or send me a postcard from whatever bloody island you’re on.” he muttered then, closing his eyes, another cold and wet gust of wind blowing into his face. “It’s cold. I hope you’re enjoying your fancy cocktails in the sun. When you’re back I’ll go on holidays too. I deserve it.”

He slowly turned and started to walk back towards the car. He didn’t look back but he could have sworn he heard Jim’s voice. 

/Bye bye, ‘Bastian~ Next time make sure your tie matches your suit~/

That was the moment when he started to run.

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In searching for the best view to see the fireworks, Aziraphale and Crowley know just the perfect place to see them in all of their glory.

A quick paint I did to celebrate the New Year’s! Happy New Year to all of you!

2019 has been such a gift, especially the latter part; I don’t remember a time I had such a great streak of motivation and inspiration to continue creating artworks one after another. It’s been a blessing, and that’s all thanks to you guys. I hope all of you will have a great new year, and may you all have a wonderful decade ahead of you.

Will forever be thankful for your support! Here’s to an even bigger 2020 for all of us!

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sky fall in love and welcome to bar 00q ft. WORLDS END/enya

sky fall in love is actually an anthology