i love billy and i want him to be happy and human but at the same time i also think he deserves to come back as some sort of eldritch horror and just fuck shit up
this drawing started off as tv crowley and aziraphale dressed like their book cover counterparts, but then I got carried away and it turned out... not being exactly that anymore 🤷🏻♀️
so... late 80s/early 90s au? (aka. literally the book lol)
you mean nicky? with a mortgage, husband and two kids?
neil? canonically a math nerd who enjoys cross country?
aaron? the pre-med student dating a cheerleader?
kevin? worlds first almond-mom-history-nerd?
andrew? the boundary respecting ice cream addict?
like yeah ok they've killed people but like also they have a cheese drawer so just calm down, be respectful, and don't start punching people - you'll be fine.
“andrew minyard has never done anything wrong in his life ever,” i say into the mic.
the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
“she’s right,” they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there in the 5th row stands: neil josten. and oh dear god. someone has given him a mic. “and you know what—”
For the last time Neil is not oblivious he's just so busy playing 5d chess with everyone he meets that the concept of regular chess baffles and bores him. Matt what do you mean I should hook up with a cheerleader can't you see I'm busy waging psychological warfare on a Frenchman.
one of my favorite things about aftg is that in any given conversation not related to about, like, three things (exy, Andrew, and the mafia) Neil is just. entirely checked out. he was there for the first sentence of that conversation and immediately clocked out once he realized there would be no Stick Ball Talk.
my contribution to the aftg twitter aus is i think andrew would post that tweet thats like "if the goalie saves more than 30 shots and their team still loses they should be allowed to chase their teammates around with hammers" and laila retweets it and the two of them strike up a friendship that consists solely of sending each other goalie related memes. very occasionally andrew sends laila a message after a trojan match that just says something like "nice save at 32mins 4secs" and laila doesnt know andrew well enough to know how absolutely groundbreaking it is that he would say that
Rising from the dead to share this painting and then disappear again
I have spent over 90 hours of my life on this thing because I have had the brain rot for the last 2 years of my life (almost 20 if you count when I first read the comics) and it had to express itself somehow
Hope this dramatic bitch feels appreciated
(A Dream of Morpheus, handmade egg tempera on panel, 12x18 inches...if by any chance you'll be at SDCC or Gen Con, I'll be at booth 934/936 at the first one and Art Show #13 at the second one - come see the original, maybe get a print, or just yell/cry about Sandman with me?)
And here, have some more details - I had fun combining some favorite elements from both the comic and the show ♡