Bildad The Shuhite Is Workin' 9 To 5!

I think my obsession get started...  ...and I don’t know how much time I spend on this drawing, because my watches has stopped at 5pm, but it’s irrelevant information, you know, I always lose track of the time I look into David’s eyes. (little messed up mouth, tomorrow I have to go to work. oh satan give me a strength)

After switching to B&W filter I just realized that shitty sketch is better without colors *facepalm* *hidingfromgramanazi*

Yess to all of the comments

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Good Omens 2 + Text Posts

Do you do commissions for other fandoms?

Thanks for question! Actually I've never made any commissions before, but I would like to do. It depends on which fandom are you asking for. No big deal, really, I like many of them (although not so visibly unlike Good Omens) but I'm affraid if I don’t know characters at all, I would have a problem to capture them properly and you wouldn’t like it and that means a lot to me. Just ask and try me! I’m very curious which fandom you have in mind 😊

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

The happiest drunk smiles of the Earth.

had one too many bottles of wine 🍷

I DID IT

Very first time I forgot how to count.

MYGOD I can feel it in my bones

Ineffable

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...but Aziraphale was trying to be a bitch. He was trying to be the bitchiest bitch that ever bitched about bitches. (quote by @millerizo)

Sorry for bitches.