I watched the finale this morning and I liked it!! Please do not start discourse in the tags/in this post, if you dislike it, we can always choose our own path <3
I did this for the two days before the final, I wanted to do another painting but couldn’t decide which one, so I combined them!!!
After MUCH anticipation and excitement, the fic and art for the good omens winter big bang is here!! Little teaser post with the cover and the fic will be posted later :)
Just saw ai generated Aziraphale on this app and it caused me physical pain so do me a favour and put your good omens fanart in the reblogs. Don't care about quality. Could be stick figures for all i care or a black line next to a shorter white line. Just fuck ai
“You’re being an idiot, you know,” said Anathema, her voice sharp and edged like steel.
Crowley could feel the red-hot burn of her glare on the back of his neck but ignored her, continuing to scrub away at the Bentley’s deck, choosing instead to focus on the intense, pleasant, grounding ache of his arms. “Just go and talk to him!”
Crowley was on his feet before he could think about it, the sodden sponge falling into the bucket of soapy water with a loud plop before he whirled around to fix his dark-glassed gaze on the obstinate young woman on the dock. She was stood with her arms crossed, her long skirt and dark hair being whipped about in the chill spring breeze, her feet planted apart to stop her from being blown into the water. Her dark eyes were hard, unforgiving coals, and her mouth set in a thin line.
He grunted. “‘S’none of your business, Nat. ‘N it… i’s not… n-not that easy…”
Something in Anathema’s huge brown eyes softened, and Crowley’s stomach flipped. He turned away, heading towards the boat’s cabin, far away from this conversation, from things he wasn’t equipped to deal with.
From behind him, he heard her soft sigh, almost lost to the tide as she called out to his retreating back. “You know, ships are safe in harbours, Crowley…”
He slammed the cabin door shut behind him, but not quickly enough.
“…but that’s not what ships are for!”
He let out a low, soft hiss as he gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as his vision began to blur.
Omg this was so fun to draw even if the tree was absolute hell and took me forever to get the motivation to finish. the full timelapse pf this piece was somehow like 27 minutes long omfg