Actually, People Are Good By Nature And You're A Fool If You Think Otherwise.

Hey so here is a cute cat omens video I’ve been working on the past few weeks…

It seems pretty weird, my posted images at one place, but yeah, I still dont have or know my artstyle. I keep drawing and hope I'll find it one day. Or not.

just a little confession which in nobody interested, but I feel ashamed and need to admit it

If They Only Knew

If they only knew

How to keep you safe like I kept you

How to speak the words they never used

I wish they only knew

There were three truths that Aziraphale had been taught about demons. Of course, there were far more than three, but seeing as Heaven strived to be concise while maintaining its penchant for symbolism, the list had been broken down into three main concerns.

1.     Demons will do all that they can to spread evil. Demons will destroy all that is good.

2.     Demons do not trust one another. Therefore, you cannot trust a demon.

3.     Demons cannot love.

There was not a pamphlet that had been distributed to the Heavenly Host. These were truths that had been conveyed through countless conversations, side-eyes, implications, subtle jabs, and consistent proclamations of specially selected scripture.

There were truths about angels too. There were truths about angels, but there were also truths about Aziraphale.

There seemed to be an ever-present divide between Aziraphale and the rest of the angels. Where the rest of the Heavenly Host had the ability to carry out their duties based upon adherence to logic and reasoning, Aziraphale was aware that he often allowed his emotions to overtake his better judgement. The angels had made that clear to him. On occasions in which Aziraphale would hazard questions and concerns in Heaven, soaked to the bone with frigid flood waters, ears ringing with cries from The Crucifixion, the angels had been able to carry on, driven by purpose and written resolve. They had assured him. They had known what was best.

In mending his mind, he would use a scrap of his heart, trying not to focus on the ache it left behind.

Aziraphale learned to rely on logic, to fall back on these truths when he felt his heart rush forward. When he felt questions, griefs, desires well up inside of himself, all he could do was step back and address them objectively, lest he do something rash.

For there were truths about angels, and truths about Aziraphale. And if Aziraphale no longer fit these gospels, then what made him any more different than a demon?

There was one problem. Aziraphale had used these pillars of logic to try and hold himself together, using the knowledge of his superiors to remind himself of his place. Of Crowley’s place.

But these angels had never felt hope at seeing a demon in a jail cell. They had never sat close enough to his raucous laughter to notice that he had crow’s feet by golden eyes. They had never heard a broken voice, shaking with something other than the cold, asking over and over for the safety of children.

And as often as Aziraphale reminded himself that Crowley was a demon, there was the growing feeling that he was also a friend. But friendship was a dangerous thing. So Aziraphale did what he could – he reasoned. He built his companionship with Crowley upon the pillars of these truths, and when he felt the all too familiar desire to grow ever closer, he would rip stitching from his heart to sew his mind together again. The fractured pillars were sealed with cement.

But tonight. Tonight, there had been a bombshell. Metaphorically, there had been two.

“These are just a bunch of half-witted Nazis.”

Number 1.

“It’d take a real miracle for my friend and I to survive it.”

Number 2.

“Little demonic miracle of my own.”

Number 3.

“Lift home?”

The pillars collapsed. The last threads of Aziraphale’s heart were torn away. But rather than bleeding out, it was as if a barrier had been removed. These threads had not been sutures, but rather tethers and bindings. After so many years, this fragile thing was finally released.

And love crept forward tentatively.

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I haven't shared my submission On the top of the world for TIC4 Zine, my goodness!

In fact, this drawing was first thing I drew after Season 2 was released. I've been drawing after very very long time and was afraid I totally lost my skill (and apparently art style, nonexist thing), but I enjoyed painting them again so much. Also, Daniel Worth paintings are awsome! I won't pretend I wasn't inspired by his work :D

Hope we all enjoy the next volume of The Ineffable con! (me just virtually)

Hi guys, I just realized I got up in four hours, so, time to sleep now, no more drawing (but it’s really hard if you dowload new incredible brushes, by Kyle, yeah, 300 NEW BRUSHES!!)

I am not satisfied of shading etc, and I don’t speak about anatomy & physics of shape and light.. but I really like this nose cuddling (sorry, but English is not my first language)

A little sneak peek of my drawing maden for this absolutely smashing zine 😊 There are many many beautiful works created by brilliant and oh so talented artists and writers, amazing project I’m proud to be part of!

Spotlights up on… @siskey​ ! Bringing an unlikely meeting high above the City of Lights! 

Limited time pre-orders for ‘Of Feathers & Wings: A Good Omens Zine’ are now open!

https://wingzine.bigcartel.com/

Oh my, I love it! I love love love it! (Of course I’m mainly looking on his ass) but I’m wondering, is he holding flaming sword or blowing hellfire? Because I like both. And I very like his wings look like they’re touched by gold ♡ (it would be great stickers if you are asking)

Crowley 🔥

And because I like my life to be harder, I made a mini comic for my next collab for Reverse Bang. Echoes of an Angel was written by amazing @gwenstacyismyicon , and you should give it a shot! Or her other works ♡ I wish there would be more from this AU, because oh boy, we went soo crazy with ideas! And, honestly, I would love to read and draw more of Crowley's piece of art. (please click/tap on the picture to see more details, preview is quite blurred)

This is the first sketch. It took me about 30 mins and I still can't believe anybody wanted to write a story based on it :D

You can see it, the look at love of his life.

(I can't choose one, I can't.)

Small animation from Good Omens that I've made recently. I really wanted to post it sooner, but i took me two weeks to finish it. I've made 3 versions, because i couldn't decide which one looks the best.

If anyone is interested, whole animation was made in Clip Studio Paint. I hope you enjoy ❤️

My instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vvelociartptor/

They said a bottle of wine a day is not bad, so I bought a very fancy bottle today (by accident, wrong price tag, wrong bottle) and opened for celebrating and it was so gooood! Happy Azirafeast!

(just a messy sketch today)