Crorzoi and Aziraphoyed
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present vs past
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🦮❤️🐕🦺
Dog Omens?
*nods sagely* dog omens
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wanted to draw em again
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POV u approach the cute blonde at the bar .. some things never change
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"Do you hear that? No Nightingales!"
Happy third-season announcement! The Nightingale is back and Crowley will not be alone forever.
"This picture willed itself into existence. Upon hearing the news that we got a third season, I had to channel my emotions in the only way I knew which was to draw. I sat down without much of a plan and once I got up, this was the result."
Buy it as a print: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/beanart
My sketchbook: https://ko-fi.com/beanart
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The Book
My patrons voted for me to do a piece for each episode this year so it’s February, and time for episode two!
This piece is for “The Book” so you know I had to show our angel when he gets his mitts on said tome and makes one of the most fun faces to draw. For this piece, especially because the scene is so high contrast in lighting, I wanted to find a happy medium between realistic portraiture and a nouveau look. But I also employed the framing conventions of the book itself to provide four small color block illustrations of crucial characters of the Nice and Accurate Prophecies.
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good evening i offer you them :)
original post under the cut
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aziraphale, the one who gave the first human exiles his flaming sword as both a source of protection and warmth, who did not look on them as sinners deserving of destruction but people entitled to the best chances possible, has never once looked at crowley, a heavenly exile, with anything other than compassion and a desire to protect. from their first meeting, he never wanted anything bad to happen to him. when crowley slithers up to him in eden, he treats him like an equal rather than an adversary. when crowley appears, his eyes fill with love and excitement, his gaze turns soft and hesitant, his whole body seizes with joy of seeing him. crowley might typically the one to seek him out, but aziraphale has always welcomed him home.
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I like to think that, in a sudden rebellious mood in 1957, Aziraphale adopted a dog. Crowley comes in and is surprised to see a husky-terrier mix in the bookshop.
Crowley: Since when do you have pets?
Aziraphale: I know it's unusual, but the poor girl was in such a bad place, she couldn't have survived it.
Crowley: Where was she?
Aziraphale: Space.
Aziraphale does not keep Laika for long, but he makes sure that she miraculously finds a home in the countryside with a loving family.
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CATSBANDS
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Good Omens x Hazbin crossover
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“i could fix him”, “i could make him worse”. yeah, well,
I could meet him at the genesis of the universe, where the spaces between matter first gain sentience, and spark and spit their way into being—where the cradle of stars first take on a definitive kind of gravity and heat. I could be the engineer of creation.
I could ask a question.
I could stand across from him on a battlefield, trembling and reeking of ichor. I could hit the ground retching, all the bones in my body turning brackish and oil-slicked. I could lurch my way into a new world, a recalibration of reality in which I only know kindness as a set of snapping jaws, as a thing to flinch away from.
I could meet him in the garden, then, when the air's all hyacinth and dripping gold. And I could ache. Oh, how I could ache.
I could follow him through every wretched moment of history. I could trail after him like a hollow-eyed dog. I could hide my irises, could hide the brutal bloodiness of an all-too-human heart. I could hold the gun as I pretend not to pray, as I taste bile and will my hands to steadiness. I could trust him. And I could ache.
I could bite my tongue, cypher the words in my mouth, gnash them between jagged teeth. I could swallow my heart. I could go slower.
I could meet him at the end of the world, when hope claws its way up my throat, hungry and keening like a treacherous thing.
I could kiss him with six thousand years of want lodged and breaking in the mausoleum of my chest. I could hand him the blade; I could let him twist the knife.
I could be forgiven.
And still I could ache.
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Happy Doggomens Day! 🐾
A headcanon of mine is that Aziraphale and Crowley adopt a mutt during their retirement years. I bet they’d all love to go on walks together in the South Downs. 💚
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