I'm So Happy That I'm Back To Drawing, And It's Thanks To You! Your Hearts And Reblogs Are Super Motivating,

Crowley found out that Aziraphale had put an extra bookshelf in the backroom of the bookshop on a measly Monday morning. When Muriel took him to the back and showed him the hidden cd collection behind a collection of books about dowdy fabric patterns they asked him whether he knew what the bookshelf was for. His breath hitched for a moment. Behind his glasses he blinked a couple of times. And he growled how the fuck should I know Muriel. He stalked off - looking his worst* murdery murderous look - slamming the bookshop door behind him, and hating the cheerful jingling with all his heart. Around the corner he relieved some of his feelings by shouting at some quivering nettles**.

It turned out that Aziraphale had co-opted Maggie's help in finding 'bebop' music. While Aziraphale did not really listen to that sort of music, he did have an extraordinary good memory. He had memorised many of the cd's Crowley had listened to. And collected them for some inexplicable reason. Crowley didn't get it. He didn't know why Aziraphale hadn't told him about this. He didn't get it. But he knew why of course.

Later that day he returned to the bookshop and slipped quietly into the backroom. He closed the door softly and took a deep breath. Smelling the dusty musty books always made him feel close to... He slowly ran a finger over the albums. Thinking back to those moments in the bentley listening together. Listening alone. Wondering. How long it would take for his angel to come back to him.

*so that means best depending how you look at it.

**The nettle, very confused and not having experienced demonic energies before, promptly grew a bright blue flower in between its pink ones. When Crowley saw that he stopped shouting and caressed the flower softly.

My latest Guardian Books cartoon. Inspired by this news story.

I created a pile of cats and then I colored the pride flags into it. Idk, enjoy. Don’t “steal” them ig, but like, you can share them, just don’t say you made ‘em. Whatever, my signature’s on it.

Yay pride month!

🏳️‍⚧️Happy Trans Day of Visibility 2025🏳️‍⚧️

I love you all, my trans beans 🩷

You are seen. You are loved. You will always be safe with me 🩷

Be proud of yourself. Be proud of your scars. They’re beautiful🩷🩵🤍

Werehistorical fiction. Crime help. Thrillerotic.

My latest @guardian books cartoon.

Honestly Sense8 deserves so much credit for saying that isolationist tactics never work. That you can't retreat into your own little bubble and expect to be safe for it. That you will never be able to cut the rest of the world out and do right by your family, or your people, or the random stranger on the other side of the planet, or the girl you met last week. Sense8 really said that empathy makes us people and that to lack it makes us monstrous imitations thereof, huh.

Rating: teen and up

Words: 12760 + two fluffy epilogues set in same au

Gabe, where are you? I can't see you and trying to work out this telephone is very confusing. My costume is uncomfortable and, to the frustration of your friend Michael, I have not a clue what I am dressed as.

Which costume?

My costume. Gabriel, where are you?

Remind me what costume you’ve got?

You’re the one who gave it to me. It’s that silly Obey One from that film you like.

Send a pic.

Fine.

[Sent: Picture]

Cute. You’re an angel.

No. It’s the Star Battle film. Gabe, where are you?

Oh, this isn’t Gabe.

What? Who is this? Have you stolen Gabe’s mobile device?

Nah, sorry. You got the wrong number. Love the costume though

Aziraphale thought Crowley might need a little help with handling a gun, but things didn’t go quite as planned

Crowley's charcoal portrait. 11 hours of work.

Yup. Binge away. Don’t stop. Confirmed hedonist here.

Accurate.