I KNOW THE FIC AT FIRST SIGHT!

When Pandora’s box has opened.

Today my favourite class (yezzz, bad teacher who has their fav students) told me they join to our next online lesson in halloween costumes because of lockdown! These kids are so f*cking amazing and I love them! 

My first attempt was my selfportrait in a reverse Azira’s costume but then I added the beard and change the hair color and he was far far better than me. He is something between a vampire, gothic and dandy man, I haven’t decide yet. Two things he never take off - his skirt with long ruffle sleeves, tartan skirt of course, and the red bow. 

Aziraphale very nearly twinkled over his pasta as he licked the final remnants of its rich sauce from the tines of his fork. Enraptured by the flick of his pink tongue, Crowley watched helplessly and feigned boredom.

Across the restaurant, a chair scraped against the tiled floor. Crowley reluctantly looked away from Aziraphale's pleased expression as they both turned toward the clatter. The man at the table slipped from his seat to kneel at his date’s feet, ring in hand. His fingers trembled. The gem sparkled. The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. She nodded frantically and shoved her hand in his direction. Yes! Yes. Of course, yes.

The couple laughed, flustered, as the patrons at other tables and a few pedestrians on the street clapped. Aziraphale joined in. Crowley didn’t.

“How lovely!” Aziraphale smiled, radiating a pure joy Crowley had to squint at even behind his sunglasses.

“He spent all his wages on that little bauble, I’d bet. Bit of a waste.”

“Love is never a waste, my dear.”

Of course Crowley privately agreed. Of course he did. He'd already sacrificed more in the name of love. He was never sure how much Aziraphale understood, but with the secretive, knowing glance he was receiving from across the table, Crowley suspected it was a great deal indeed.

Heart pounding, Crowley flagged a waiter for the dessert menu and sent a bottle of bubbles to the newly engaged couple's table. Aziraphale, now with dessert in sight, grinned impossibly wider, warm as sunshine. Crowley basked, snake that he was.

Well, this DTIYS was a kind of journey for me.

When I saw @breeyn piece at first I thouht ‘I reaaaally like that, I do, but I can’t do all these flowers, I don’t draw backgrounds, nope.’ Next day I opened new canvas and started drawing. And it was the best decision ever, I enjoyed it very much, experimented and learned a lot and now I am pretty proud of myself (and yesss, sometimes it was bit a stressful for me if I may be honest to you :D), still not sure if I did a good measurements of flowers, but I found and tried amazing brushes instead!

So, here I am, me and my fully painted landscape with red-belly snake looking into the distance and waiting for a better future (which is coming).

I'm not sure which of them came to watch the other 😅 They're smitten without debate.

There are a few Bentley things Crowley will sort out by hand.

Coffee Break.

though essentially i think Aziraphale is just going to sit to one side  eat the snacks he bought while watching Crowley finish shining the car.

Hello! Not the promised angst, but I needed to cheer myself up today, so here’s some cuteness, a touch of emotional hurt, and a soft ending.

(CW for discussion of drunken shenanigans, after the fact, extremely mild.)

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The moment Crowley woke up, he knew something was wrong.

Even with his eyes closed – the room smelled too dusty, the air too dry. The pillows were too soft, the sheets nowhere near Egyptian cotton, and he was burrowed under a blanket that was thicker and heavier than anything he owned. It was comfortable, but it was wrong.

There was also someone moving nearby, footsteps treading softly near the bed.

Old instincts activated, bringing him from drowsy to alert in less than a second, without changing his posture in any way. Let the intruder think he still slept. He pictured the layout of his room, the distance to the door, the exact spot of the fancy lamp on his bedside table. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but it should buy time. He’d need to roll over, it was behind him, and from the sound of it the intruder was…inside…the wall?

Pressing his face into the pillow, Crowley slowly cracked open one eye.

The wall was much farther away than he remembered, and the room much brighter, and filled with bookshelves, and…

“For Ssssssomeone’s sake, Angel,” he groaned, sitting up. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Aziraphale turned from where he was sliding books onto a shelf, blinking innocently. “I’m terribly sorry, did I wake you?”

Weiterlesen

Oh. My. God. I am in love with this pict! Look at them, look! So much love in their faces.

feels loved

I haven't shared my submission On the top of the world for TIC4 Zine, my goodness!

In fact, this drawing was first thing I drew after Season 2 was released. I've been drawing after very very long time and was afraid I totally lost my skill (and apparently art style, nonexist thing), but I enjoyed painting them again so much. Also, Daniel Worth paintings are awsome! I won't pretend I wasn't inspired by his work :D

Hope we all enjoy the next volume of The Ineffable con! (me just virtually)

This is ridiculous, angel. Nonsense. Red is your colour, after all. 

In my country, we have a tradition when some people visit houses to give gifts to children on St. Nicholas day. One of them is dressed up like Saint Nicholas, one as an angel and one as "chort" (aka a devil). Sometimes there are more angels and chorts. As a child, I was always so afraid of the chort that I cried. A lot. He was fcking frightful, all smeared with coal, with horns, black curly hairs, and chains. I was 5.

I like the idea, that Crowley would hand gifts to kids because Crowley loves kids (and he would probably do anything for his angel). And an angel can't be anything else but an angel. Definitely not a devil, don’t be ridiculous Crowley! Also, I believe Adam and the Them would be great chorts.

Do you know that feeling when you are working on some new piece and you are having great time and flow and then you stop (for whatever reason) so you go back to drawing another day but you feel like every new line, stroke of brush is BAD and WRONG and suddenly you hate your work, you close the file and fall into depression and repression and everything. When some time pass (for example a month or in my case a year) you can look again on that piece and you say to yourself: oh, wow, it's still good and I like it and I really could finish it now. Then you open it and froze and think: oh no, I forgot what brushes I used, forgot the idea, my style changed and I am a different person with a different taste and I can't do it, what was I thinking and suddenly you hate it and myself and everything

circle of life

I am speechless, so talented artist! Hope you everyone know @kowbojki !!

after armageddon't