ZHAO IS DEAD AND I REALLY NEED SOMEONE TO TELL IT TO MY BOYS ZUKKA!!!
I little fanart I made of one of LIABs most satisfactory scenes <3 I actually finished the Book 2 yesterday and can't wait to start Book 3 (AND TO SEE THE BOYS BEING HAPPY!!)!
Anyway, next fanart is gonna be fluffy... but only if Bato keeps being alive and well, please @ssreeder 😭🙏🏼
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random hc but. crowley being a plague doctor in the 16th/17th century bc he's supposedly "tempting people into death" but he can never, ever bring himself to actually do that so he ends up soothing their pain as best as he can and comforting them in their last moments. one night, after he held a little girl's hand as she passed away, he sits down at the banks of the river thames, with his plague mask discarded on the dirt, and he starts out over the water with tears in his eyes, wondering what the fuck is actually the point? it's not the first time he's asked himself the question nor the first plague he witnessed but, here, now after personally witnessing hundreds of deaths every day, he really wonders what actually is the point of him? why does he exist and why should he keep existing. why does he get to live when so many others don't? how is that fair? how is any of it fair? that's how aziraphale finds him, as he just got back from an assignment somewhere or other and hears crowley is in town, so he discreetly looks for him and finds him there, sitting in the dirt, now with his head in his hands, his shoulders silently shaking and is obviously immediately worried but doesn't know how to comfort him or what's allowed so he just sits beside crowley and watches him try to pull himself together. aziraphale's heart breaks, he put what happened together from the mask and the robes and he obviously knows about the bubonic plague but was convinced it was hell's doing and couldn't have even imagined crowley was out there everyday, helping people under the guise of hurting them. is he surprised? no, of course not but it still hurts to see crowley like this. but he's afraid to cross their unspoken rules so he quietly waits crowley out. he watches the water and doesn't dare look at crowley as he lifts his head and takes a few shaky breaths in. after a few minutes of breathing, crowley croaks out "her name was mary" and nothing else, and aziraphale understands, god he understands. it's one of the things they never speak about after it happens but aziraphale can't forget the night he sat with crowley for hours, till the sun came up, as he cried about a death of one little girl. he holds it close to his chest and never, ever forgets.
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hi it’s me, i have no idea how colours work. and simon‘s face for that matter lol
anyway here‘s my almost finished portrait of bunny yay!
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this did not take me like a solid week
also it's mu first digital lineless artwork! please reblog this is one of the coolest things I've ever made, so thank you and drink some water!
(also the quality might suck idk click it for better quality)
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