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Hello, angel <3

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Binged Good Omens and drew the husband's hehe

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Some ineffable sketches :3

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wanted to draw em again

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Stargazing.

Support me on kofi, with tips, or twitter.

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The Fall

the final moments of angel!crowley

Twitter: X

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Good Omens S2 ending made me cry so I, in turn, had to make art. The Ineffable Husbands deserve happiness 😭

May it give you feels 😏

Find me everywhere

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let me tell you a story…

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Dear Diary, today Crowley and I had crêpes…

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This is everything. My heart is healed. 🐍🪽❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

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Neil Gaiman Tumblr FAQ: Good Omens

Tumblr questions that Neil Gaiman has already answered. Yes, it does have some Neil-provided info of S2. But, it is spoiler leak-free! (It also does not have spoilers from early screenings of S2.)

Docs Version: Here Spreadsheet Version: Here

I’m excited about Good Omens 2 and I was already going through Neil Gaiman's blog ( @neil-gaiman ). I initially made it for me and my friends for reference, but then decided to go ahead and throw it out into the Tumblr void, too. I hope it helps.

I made my own FAQ about this here (please check it before messaging me): OrpiKnight's FAQ FAQ

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Here’s my contribution for @bkdkbk_revbang with my lovely @ lm_drawings

“Sweet Devotion” 🧡💚

~3.5 K

🏷️: A/B/O, A!Bk, O!Dk and their pups, mpreg, domestic fluff, a day at the beach, summer vacation. 🏖️

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/50215747

You can find Momo's beautiful art here: https://twitter.com/lm_drawings/status/1704499150493212739?t=d7vSAopKBwbr-Bi-cg6plw&s=19

And the thread-story format here:

https://twitter.com/neva_writes/status/1704563736957108670?t=pHHgZYweQ2EnMdGLNjWGpA&s=19

Enjoy!🥰

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been obsessing with @atticuos’s “bloodsport” so here are the lover boys 💕💕

fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49427482?view_adult=true

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🧡‘Sudden proposals’💚

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The bright sunlight filtering through the windows hurts his carmine eyes. He narrows them in a futile attempt to protect them. Now, in the hallway that leads to his and his boyfriend’s apartment, he doesn’t bother to pretend that he isn’t exhausted as hell. He can barely drag his legs through the door, it’s as if they weigh a ton. His witching-hours’ espresso is already gone from his system, and all he wants to do is to cook something, eat and fucking sleep. He doesn’t have the energy for the first one, though. He settles for falling deadbeat on the couch, the wrinkles on his pro-hero uniform and the stains on the furniture be damned.

“Kacchan?”

Ah.

Izuku.

He thought that he was asleep. 

“M’here bunny,” he voices out groggily. 

“Hey there,” Deku welcomes him home and sits down next to him. 

“T’far,” the blond grumbles. 

“Hmm?” Izuku tilts his head.

As if possessed, Katsuki immediately pulls him closer and embraces him tightly. He rests his head on his lap and hides his face over his white T-shirt. The hero inhales deeply, and the scent of their cherry laundry detergent fills in his lungs with comfort. 

Izuku laughs lightly and runs his fingers through his spiky hair.

It feels so damn good. Can they have this forever?

Katsuki sighs contentedly.

“Rough night?” Deku asks.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go to bed. I wanted to sleep a bit more for my graveyard shift, anyways,” the greenette tells him.

“That sounds good, but…” A sudden loud growl interrupts him.

“But you are hungry,” Izuku completes his sentence.

Three years ago, he’d probably have felt embarrassed, maybe even deny it despite the clear as fuck evidence. Now? They are so familiar with little things like this.

“Uhm… Could you… Could you prepare me a snack before? I know that you are probably even more tired than I am, and that you have a shift later, but right now I feel so drained, and—”

“Of course, handsome. No need to ramble like me,” the greenette kisses his temple and moves him over carefully so he can stand up and go to the kitchen.

Katsuki’s heart swells with affection. 

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Izuku could feel his boyfriend staring at him the whole time while he prepared him a simple meal. 

The moment he placed the bowl on the table, Kacchan grabbed his scarred hands.

“Uh… I swear I washed them,” Deku exclaims.

“S’ not that, idiot. I just wanted to say that I appreciate you so much,” his boyfriend conveys with seriousness.

Ok, what’s going on? Did Kacchan get hit on the head earlier during patrol, or what?

“Eh, I don’t do much,” he responds shyly with a light blush on his freckled cheeks.

“You do. I love you so much,” Katsuki utters.

Izuku doesn’t know what to answer in this sudden intimate moment. He opts to lean into him and give him a sweet kiss, one that his partner deepens when their lips part.

“I love you too,” Deku replies, all drunk from Kacchan’s attention.

“Will you marry me?” The blond questions him.

“Pfft. Yes. Even if you are joking, yeah. I’ll marry you, Katsuki.”

“I’m not,” Kacchan retorts defensively. 

“Huh?”

“I’m not joking, Deku. I’ve meant it all this time since we started dating. Hell, I meant it since I was four years old. Or don’t you remember when I told you that I wanted you to be my wi—”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” A flustered Deku shrieks as he covers Katsuki’s mouth. “S’just that…”

“Nothing, Izuku,” the blond bites his crooked fingers faintly. “You are it for me. It has always been you. No one else,” Katsuki says full of determination.

“I feel the same, Kacchan,” Deku confesses with tears pooling in his beautiful verdant hues.

Katsuki encircles his waist and kisses him one more time.

Izuku wraps his arms around his shoulders and pecks his jaw.

“I’ll propose again when I have the ring. It’ll be more romantic,” the blond promises.

“That is if I don't beat you down to it,” Deku challenges him.

The blond gasps, offended.

"Don't you dare, you little shit!" Katsuki roars and Izuku cackles.

Both end up tickling each other on the floor.

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Later, as Izuku lays on Katsuki’s bare chest, he can’t help blurt out a question that is bugging him out.

“Ne, Kacchan…”

“Hmm?” The blond answers, half-asleep.

“Can we not get diamond rings?”

“Ya’ don’t like ‘em?”

“Nah… They’re overrated. Could we have adamantium bands with our names engraved on the inner side?”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he responds with a soft carmine gaze, and kisses his forehead.

“Mmkay. Goodnight, Kacchan. I love you,” Deku says.

“Love you too, ‘Zuku,” he yawns and closes his eyes.

“Kacchan…” 

“Hmmmmmm?” Katsuki groans.

“Your feet are cold,” Deku complains.

Katsuki huffs. “Too bad, nerd. You are stuck with me,” he buries his face on Izuku’s hair and cuddles him even more.

The blond can feel his fiance’s smile against the skin of his neck.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Deku murmurs, kissing the scar over Katsuki's heart.

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🧡-Fin-💚