~He was snapped back to reality when Crowley snapped. "Forget it, will you?" He phrased it like a question, but to whom, he did not know. He glanced at Aziraphale, the angel's gaze transfixed on him. How long had he been staring at him like this? What was he staring at? And what on earth, heaven or hell was that oh so familiar look in his eyes?
The penny dropped just as a bomb had on a church moments ago.
Lust.
Crowley's eyes widened, he thanked Go—, Sata—, somebody, he chose to keep his glasses on.~
only 1 week till ao3 hahahah :)))))) (clawing the walls)
Imagine Strange Supreme in his giant bat or raven form shielding you from harm. Or if you were falling from great heights he would fly down and his wings wrap around you to soften your fall. He saves you and you give him a peck on his nose/beak and he coos happily.
Anyway, have a drawing of @archerdeadman's sona. Realised I never posted it here so I'm remedying that, especially with birb app's new policy cuz I don't want my rare art being used for AI shit.
This was originally made for Archer appreciation, which a bunch of people participated in, either making an art piece, (a drawing or music) for him or leaving a sweet message (or both).
so my theater class is starting a new play, which is like an alternative version of The Ship Of Hell(damn is the english name boring), and i got to be the angel today:D it was fun, so i doodle a little bit