Oh My, I Am So Happy This One Piece Of Beauty Art Returns To My Dashboard To Reblog It!

I DID IT

Very first time I forgot how to count.

I need more of your wips

have some snack-sized 1941 angst, i have way too many of those just. sitting in my wip folders

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"It's not—listen, I don't—"

"Angel," Crowley interrupts him, far more gently than he thought himself capable of. "I know."

Some of the tension bleeds from Aziraphale's body, and his fingers still, unclenching and leaving behind pale half-moon scars on the outside of his wrist. His cheeks are flushed with a bottle of wine and the taste of it on Crowley's tongue, and when he inhales to calm his own trembling hands, he is hit with a wave of unconcealed desire. For a second, it is impossible to tell where Aziraphale's ends and his begins—not that it matters anymore, not with three feet of space and the weight of God's gaze separating them.

"I know," he repeats, trying to forget the caress of tear-stained lips on his throat, the press of warm hands on his face, his ribs, sliding down and down, and—

He pulls his shades out of wherever he had banished them and slides them back into place, gritting his teeth at the disappointment settling on Aziraphale's face. Dawn is an hour away, and the pleasant chill of angel-blue eyes meeting the hidden gold of his makes him consider staying until the sky turns grey; yearning for another taste of something is so much more dangerous than the temptation of the unknown. Crowley knows that if he does not leave now, he probably never will.

"See you soon?"

Aziraphale smiles, fragile, hopeful, scared. The brittle glass inside his chest holding back centuries of desperate longing is beginning to crack, forming the tiniest fracture, and Crowley allows the next sentence to slip through; just this once, he lets himself be honest.

"Couldn't live without you, angel."

Within one inhale and the next, he is gone, and Aziraphale watches the door unblinking until the sun washes away Crowley's shadow.

“How many angels can dance on the head of a needle?”  Somehow, I forgot to post my last entre for Reverse! Reverse! GO AU Zine. Thank you again for having me ♡ I was lucky to collab with super talented @ashfae, who wrote a lovely story A Duel in Versailles, for which I drew the art ^^ Thank you for your patience, I know it took me much more time to finish it then I promised.  You can enjoy the whole drawing in AO3 (but be warned, there’s partly nudity, sorry not sorry). 

A tilt of the chin, a delicate pad of a finger lifting it up ever so gently.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“You. I’m thinking of you, always.”

A rustle of sheets, someone is turning onto their side, sitting up against the antique headboard.

“No, really. As sweet as that is...”

“I’m serious,” he says in earnest, brows lifting to prove it.

“I believe you,” he laughs, and fingers are dragged up and down a chest, across a sternum, bare skin tingling under the tender caresses.

“Good. Because I wouldn’t know how else to get you to do that.”

Someone leans down to kiss plush, swollen lips, matched by the state of their own, both sore from kissing and much, much more. There’s another shift then, someone straddling the other under the sheets, a comforting weight upon a corporeal body, and an arm is reaching to the nightstand for a cigarette.

“Want one?”

“No, my dear, I think I’d rather keep tasting you instead.”

There’s the sound of another, quicker kiss, and then the dry filtered end is pressed between two wetted lips, hanging haphazardly until it’s gripped between pearly whites.

“Hold still-“

Someone disobeys only by grazing his palms down the warm chest in front of himself, and is greeted by the sight of a miracled lighter, a thing small and silver and engraved with a script in Latin: Your fire burns bright in my soul.

“Oh- you’re so daft-“

“If I’m daft then you are too.”

“I never said I was smart.”

Two stupid grins mirror each other, and the lighter is flicked open to reveal its strong flame, which is very carefully brought closer to the lover’s lips against the packed end. It glows along with the lover’s eyes, and then there’s another click as the lighter ceases its temporary existence.

The sound of a long, steady inhale matches the calm, almost-impossibly-slow breaths of the other being, and soon smoke is curling out of the lover’s mouth and nose as he plucks the cigarette from his teeth. It’s a lace, a fog that’s sweet and heavy that circles around the two lovers themselves, moving with the hand that clutches the smoke itself to travel the lungs of the other. Shared breath, shared aftermath, shared bodies, shared meaning.

“C’m’ere,” one says, breathing out more lace.

“I already am,” the other insists, but his eyes crinkle as he’s invited closer to the flesh of his lover, cheek finding cheek, hand finding hair that matches flame.

“Let’s sleep tonight.”

“But, my love, I’m already living the dream.”

Don’t know why but I always start drawing the demon except today. It’s cold outside but he looks warm and happy, doesn’t he? 

Crowley is around, don’t worry, I just want to share my joy ^^

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Heyyy, here is new picture of two morons, for new chapter of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine and I dare to quote my dear friend and author of this fic @elfontheshelves: Aziraphale must be completely blind cause that is the look of a completely smitten man. Yes, it is. He is fucked. Welcome to cool mornings, warm hands and scarfs, and unexpected but endearing meetings. Lot of fluff and fun, I promise, I melted at the spot. 

Hello, here is my piece for Ineffable Eras Zine - Blitz 1941! Actually, this is my very first entrance to fanzines. When I got my acceptation mail from mods, I was literally SCREAMING of joy. You can’t imagine the amount of happines I felt, I still feel. Like, fck, they really want me, oh, jolly good, I’m in, I’M IN. By the way, I’ve enjoyed the whole work process, from sketching main idea on the  paper, searching references (I say just one word: HATS), playing with colors and posters on wall to adding last touches. I want to thank to mods for having me, to other artists for helping me with art issues and also for sharing their wips (I saw each one of them at advance hahaha) and to everyone for having great fun and talk on discord chanel. Great times, really. Thank you xxx P.S. I forgot Crowley’s sunglasses, shame on me.

Warm up folks!

So as part of my push to fill the world with soft fluff while we all need it, @sparkkeyper requested Aziraphale warming up a cold Crowley. And, well, things got a little out of hand with this bit of hurt/comfort. Also fills the @bingokisses prompt for “Brush of Lips, Almost-There Kiss/Bridal Carry” so that’s exciting!

Not clearly established, but this fic is just-barely-pre Arrangement.

“If that’s the way you feel,” Aziraphale said, hand on the door to his one-room hut, “then I suggest you leave, and find some other angel to bother with your nonsense.

“Good! Maybe I can find one who isn’t a self-righteous prick.”

“I’m terribly sorry,” the apology dripped with sarcasm, “that I choose not to blindly trust a devious…manipulative…snake.”

The words hit like a physical blow. Crowley sucked in a breath, tasting a hint of frost in the late-autumn air. “Fine,” he growled, turning away. He’d have to walk through the night to get back to London, but at just that moment he felt angry enough to march all the way to China and back. “Good riddance,” he snapped from the gate around the little garden, but Aziraphale had already shut the door.

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Hello dears! You know what? What is happening? Chapter 5 of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine is on the air!! 

When I first read this chapter, I was demolished by strong feelings about this particular scene (then I had to, I must to draw them). And you’ll be too, I’m pretty sure.

I cannot say how much I adore this fic and the loveliest author, can’t. @elfontheshelves  you are the best!