13 Dec 2019
“Angel, why didn’t you just tell them you were Jewish?”
“But I’m not! That would be lying!”
Crowley raised an eyebrow. “You’re not… not Jewish. You’re as Old Testament as they come. And it would’ve worked. Probably.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that one,” Aziraphale said haughtily, “the next time I am besieged by— by holiday influencers.”
14 Dec 2019
A collection of my attempts at answering the prompts so kindly provided by the phenomenal drawlight, December 2019.
Each work is independent of the others (just in case you're wondering at the lack of continuity).
28 Sep 2019
It is seven years to the day since first discovering Crowley’s tattoos that Aziraphale deciphers the secret hidden deep in the tangles of his lower back piece.
Or, Aziraphale solves a demonic magic-eye puzzle, and Crowley is beyond thrilled with the results.
- Part 2 of Inked Confessions
Take, for instance, the couple she’s consulting with this afternoon, for their upcoming October ceremony. Seemingly mismatched in every respect. The plump, fair-haired one looks like a parody of an absent-minded professor, as sketched by someone who didn’t bother to do much actual research; his clothes are so outdated it teeters on costume. He’s wearing a bow tie, and not in that reinvented hipster way. This is a bow tie unacquainted with the cycles of fashion, a bow tie that has never heard the word irony.
His partner is a rangy, black-clad ginger in snakeskin boots. He has the look of a hungover rocker about him, and would somehow, even without the sunglasses he has fully committed to wearing indoors on a cloudy afternoon. He’s sprawled almost defiantly in his chair and keeps throwing dubious glances around Dr. Blackwell’s office, as though expecting a lightning bolt to strike him down for merely daring to be within spitting distance of a church.
02 Jun 2019
One would think nearly everything would be an anticlimax after preventing the end of the world, but one would be wrong. There are always still good things to do.
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12 Dec 2019