I Was A Little Sad When I Did This And Somehow It Comforted Me

I really like the idea of Crowley changing up his wings every once in a while. Mostly just because I find a ridiculous amount of joy in drawing black wings with red lines. And I haven’t been able to get the idea of Crowley with albatross wings out of my head since first watching it, so I might as well throw in some others too.

None of these have good quality in the first place, but you can click the bottom ones to slightly improve what little there is

Let’s boop a nightingale

We’ve booped each other a long time. We’ve been on this site for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always boop on you. You could always boop on me. We’re a team, a group. Boop of the two of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t booping. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to boop… I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, boop off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic. We need to boop away from them, just boop us. You and me, what do you say?

I found a new brush I love please have three of my Crowleys (hot lesbian blue collar Crowley, "we stan women in STEM" angel Crowley and book Crowley)

Remember that tough time you had? How hard everything was. If you have anything to spare, please help a friend in need.

I'm not doing okay, guys. I might be taking a break for a few days. I just need to touch grass for a minute, spend time with my kids.

I've been stressed and on the edge of tears constantly, the fundraiser has ground to a halt and every place I've been to see that I can afford is only a step or two above a hovel. I just need to take some time to be present and not crushed by the anxiety about the future.

Finley keeps asking me what's wrong. Rowan has been tearful. Neither of them really know what's going on but they can tell I'm not alright. And I haven't been able to write a word, and I feel like I'm not upholding my end of the fandom dynamic if I'm not managing to update TIALAINGO and it's all just... getting to me.

So I'm gonna be off for a bit. I'll be back before you know it. Please remember to be gentle and kind with each other, and I'll see you all soon.

Phoenix 🌹

totally inaccurate but I had such a tough day and I needed (Bildad) I mean, to laugh, very much✨

• An angel and a demon in the desert •

Bildaddy is not very fond to patience.

“We’ve seen a lot, haven’t we?” said Crowley, contemplating the New Year’s festivities on the telly. The cottage was quiet, a gas fire going against the damp chill. They’d foregone any local celebrations for a bottle of port indoors; if Aziraphale noticed the miracle that caused it to refill every time they poured out another glass, he didn’t comment.

“A good many calendars too,” said Aziraphale. “It’s properly 5784 in the old reckoning, isn’t it? – or, no, eighty-five. And four thousand and something, I think, in China. Until sometime in February. The only constant is they all celebrate. Though I can’t think the Earth itself takes much notice.”

“Ah, humans. Any chance to get smashed.” Crowley gestured with his glass. “Or laid.” Eyebrow lifted.

“Is that a grandly romantic proposition? My, my. How old and married we’ve become.”

“Show you married.”

The handclasp that followed was, regardless of commentary, very fond, and very married.

“I think,” said Aziraphale, “it’s because humans tumbled to something early on that Heaven and Hell never did. We got to it in the end, you sooner than I, I fancy.”

“Wot’s that?” Crowley settled back against the cushions, regarding the blue glow of the London Eye on the screen, soon to be engulfed in cascades of fireworks. It always took him back to moments before Time started, though he never mentioned that to Aziraphale. Maybe he should.

“Well, that things can change. All those centuries, our Head Offices were playing what I believe is called a zero-sum game. A certain number of souls, a certain number of blessings and curses, a final reckoning where one side would win or lose. Eternal perdition or eternal glory. The best to be hoped for was a static and, to my mind, rather dreary perfection.”

Crowley hummed the opening bar of “Climb Ev’ry Mountain” (his pitch was execrable, but Aziraphale recognised it).

“Exactly. And then Adam came along and upended everything. Because he was, ancestry regardless, to his bones human. He’d learned humanity from the way he was raised. And the best thing Humans do, I think, is imagine that things could be different.”

A presenter was breathlessly advising viewers that in a few minutes, the display would commence, as if this were unexpected.

“They blunder and they do horrid deeds, and far too often they put your old firm to shame -- to say nothing of mine -- and yet somehow enough of them always seem determined that it doesn’t have to be that way. That misery can have an end, and cruelty isn’t inevitable. And even the least thoughtful of them mark these rather arbitrary dates with celebrations, and vows that next year they’ll work to become better. Even when there’s very little to celebrate, and everything seems to be dragging them backward into the dark, there are always those who carry on. That wonderful defiance that they do so well.”

“Lot on their plate this time,” said Crowley. “Let’s hope they don’t make a bollocks of it.”

“Here we go,” said Aziraphale, as flowers of fire began to bloom, blue and gold and crimson, across the small screen. Crowley chinked his glass against the angel’s.

“To hope,” said Aziraphale. “Happy New Year, darling.”

Comment and toast on AO3

An angel bright, a demon bold,

Their love defied the stories told.

Beyond all time, through light and shade,

A bond unbroken, never swayed.

Upon the sea where moonlight gleams,

They whisper hope in golden dreams.

The waves may crash, the tempests cry,

Yet still they soar, yet still they fly.

Through endless skies, past heaven’s gate,

They dance defiant, laughing fate.

No chains of earth, nor law above,

Can dim the fire of their love.

And when the nightingale takes flight,

It sings their tale in silver light.

Of hope, of stars, of endless bliss,

A love that time could not dismiss.

An early Halloween cartoon for New Scientist

Finished my Good Omens Halloween animation thingy! In time! I’ve never done anything as complex as this before and it probably has waaaayyy too many things going on in the background, but it was just so much fun to draw and animate all of this. Hope you like it. Happy spooky season, everyone!