Vegas

25 | ♒️|Self-taught as if that wasn’t obvious lmao Whatever pronouns you want to use for me are fine Art IG: Shitarthub

[ii-vegas-ii]

Oh to be as content as Crowley, outside soaking up the sun on his scales ☀️

[ii-vegas-ii]

Eee- so, it’s been a minute, huh 😬

A lot has happened since my unplanned hiatus a several months ago

Firstly, sorry for disappearing suddenly

I finished this semester of college and, ahaha, we won’t talk about my grades 💀

My boyfriend and I are in the process of trying to get a place to live, which is kicking our ass

He has his driving test coming up in 2 days! Wish him luck, I know he’ll do great 💞

We’ve also been working everyday for over a month straight at this point when I’m writing this, which, the OT and paycheck are great, but it’s work every night 💀

The positive, I do have ideas now for some drawings if I ever get the time. I was starting to get burnt out but since it’s been 11 million years since I made any content, I’ve finally got something 💀

In the mean time, have this drawing of Crowley that represents how I feel 🥴

Thank you all for still being here

[suzypfonne]

Source because the Xitter link wouldn't preview correctly

[foxestacado]

NEW ART! King(s) of (Broken) Hearts.

Oops, I accidentally made #AntiValentinesDay art

[secondlina]

New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟

[ii-vegas-ii]

The ‘While We Dance’ frame project was released and it came out so good! This is the frame I did for it, #086 💞

Of course, my beloved Eden Crowley had to make an appearance 💞

Everyone did an incredible job and you should definitely check it out! ✨

Link: https://youtu.be/_jAa9mgM7tI?si=xvm43RI2nLK4LQR8

A closer look at each frame: https://www.whilewedance.com/

[ii-vegas-ii]

The snabies get their harsh theatre etiquette from their heavenly father

(their demonic dad is just a casualty of it)

[ii-vegas-ii]

Content? From me? It’s a miracle 🥴

[ii-vegas-ii]

This week in particular- the highs have been so high, but the fucking lows are rock bottom.

So I really feel this Crowley mood right now

[ii-vegas-ii]

Crowley: Oh, God, okay he just touched me

Aziraphale: We are married. We have children.

[ii-vegas-ii]

Aziraphale: My husband is friendly! He won’t bite!

The Husband:

[ii-vegas-ii]

I don’t think Crowley is listening to a word he’s saying 😅

[chernozemm]

infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

[ii-vegas-ii]

Aziraphale is just not meant to own a place that is extra flammable (ie like a bookshop) 💀

[gleafer]

Aziraphale breaking Crowley out of Heaven jail!

@feralbutfluffy another nod to your wonderful fanfic!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ii-vegas-ii]

Ezra: “Come here! Honestly! What were you thinking!?”

Crowley: “Ngk-! You are gorgeous when you’re angry, you know?”

[itsmumei]

More good omens bc I turned this one into a print and I love it