#it'll never not be funny/fascinating to me how recognizable their silhouettes are

[thedemonraym]

"...and there’s the smell of death, and violet-pink dusk backing a beloved silhouette, and—where is—? Is that a whale? It’s all happening consecutively and at once, and Gabriel had said ‘my head isn’t big enough’ years and years and moments ago and Aziraphale knows everything and nothing and he sees Crowley, Crowley, Crowley and his voice begins to bubble up his throat like magma until— AZIRAPHALE. IT IS TIME."

— how do we turn on the light? (by @moonyinpisces)

one of the few post-s2 fics that still has me invested :) and the contest was a neat opportunity to draw something that's more stylized than my usual stuff