my thoughts on aziraphale and crowley are as follows:
both of them kinda suck sometimes?? and um... isn't the entire point of the fucking story humanity? being human, which is inherently not good or bad. so the fact that aziraphale and crowley act human... it's the entire point!!! Aziraphale makes absolutely awful decisions sometimes. Crowley dances around his true intentions. Both of them are absolutely shit at communication. Neither of them are inherently good/bad because they're not meant to be. Their side is the side of humanity.
They've both got their own issues, and right now it is very apparent, but they've always had this sort of tension. This was just the culmination of 6,000 years of it. They'll be okay, and they'll figure it out. Just like humans do. But please, stop thinking of either of them as saints or evil because... the whole point is that they're human (figuratively).
ah yes, my nightly pre-sleep ritual of cracking every bone in my body so that I might prepare them for the sleep when they will never move again.
hannibal dragging will to the opera (will doesn’t own a nice dress)(hannibal lets her borrow one) (i need to be sedated)
"No Angel of Temperance" watercolor, 2024.
Private commission for @lickthecowhappy inspired by their poem of the same name
Prints!
“‘I just…I thought you might like to come back, one day,’ Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphale’s foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.”
This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ‘s fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and I’m very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, I’m very happy I could do this for you!
Essek was seated on the couch in the living room. Caleb stepped up behind him and, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, leaned his brow against the crown of Essek’s head. Essek made a small noise of greeting and raised a hand to rest at the nape of Caleb’s neck. His fingers worked their way underneath Caleb’s ponytail and scratched gently at his scalp. Caleb sighed, a haze of contentment settling over him at the touch. Essek tilted his head back, running his nose along the length of Caleb’s. “Hello, dear,” he said. “Hallo.”
An illustration of one of my favorite moments from my fic How to Rest! I love the wizards and I love when they are soft!!!
do you guys think bugs think the world is pretty too
When there’s only tea to remember…
A quiet evening in the library with Jayce and Sky. Everything is peaceful and maybe they're even happy
likes are appreciate it but reblogs are more helpful
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