Okay so Cardassians, right?

Except that trademark grayish-blue skintone with dark blue accenting is actually just the body's stress response when cold. And because they're cold ALL THE TIME out in space, no one realizes it's just a coloration shift (or just how badly they're freezing out here).

Then Julian "Personal Furnace" Bashir ends up staying over in Garak's bed one night after an impulsive (possibly slightly tipsy) kiss after a stressful week - then fumbling words spilled out from human lips and steadier cardassian hands did some exploring and clothes of questionable fashion got tossed and aside and eventually Julian found himself curled up with a refreshingly cool semi-reptilian body against his hot skin, his own body pumping out waves and waves of that good good humid heat to be trapped under layers of blankets for his chilly companion in return.

He has a minor panic when he wakes in the morning to find Garak's coloration completely shifted to desaturated jewel tones - skin a grayish peachy pink with deep teal green accents instead.

Garak hasn't seen his proper healthy skin tone since he left Cardassia Prime as a lad to join the Obsidian Order. He admires his face in the mirror a moment, before his mood suddenly turns dour and he spins around to pin a still calming down Julian (who thought he'd given Garak some kind of allergic reaction to his body chemistry or something) with an angry glare.

"My dear doctor, do you realize the entirety of my wardrobe has been tailored to a completely different complexion? Do you realize how difficult it's going to be to redesign clothing to complement both my returning sallow tones as the chill of the day sets back in throughout the evening AND my natural tones that will return each morning I wake up next toyou?"

"I... I'm sorry, Garak, I didn't know my body heat would... hang on," a goofy grin starts replacing his nervous lip biting. "'Each morning?' You, uh... you want to do this again? On the regular?"

"...you owe me fabric and labor costs for the past 30 years."

ah yes. me. my boyfriend. my boyfriend’s stuffed bear that turned huge in a transporter accident.

don’t nap with a lizard cardassian

sleep tight

commissions

Noticed something while re-reading Good Omens: the description of Crowley’s flat mentions beds, plural, but bedroom, singular. Ended up with a funny mental image I wanted to share.

Crowley has been waiting for the right time to say “you can stay at my place, if you like“ for longer than he lets on :P

I honestly did not anticipate how many people would find this sad rather than funny/cute. Oops? Rest assured, he does get that sleepover, eventually.

In fact, the night the world didn’t end, they were both too exhausted* to bother with the ladder, and ended up passed out together on the bottom bunk.

*Sure, they don’t technically need sleep, and sure, Aziraphale isn’t in the habit, but c’mon. It had been a long day week eleven years.

Several people in the notes also suggested that Crowley may have gotten his idea of what a couple’s bedroom should look like from watching old sitcoms, and that’s also very valid.

Well this is adorable. I’m os glad it took a fluffy turn ^///^

flops around

things keep turning into comics

This one needs reblogging every once in a while. 

I remember you closing the shutters

And laying down by my side

And the light that was still slipping through

It was painting your body in stripes

I remember the trees summoned down

Like an archangel choir

And the ocean was all we could see

And I knew that I wanted you

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When I heard the song “When Am I Gonna Lose You” by Local Natives, I couldn’t help but picture Aziraphale and Crowley in these lyrics, and I knew immediately that I needed to commission @lonicera-caprifolium to draw it.

Thanks so much for taking my rambling and turning it into a beautiful piece of art 💕

Them slep

Sleeping boiiiz

This is what happens when I have OTP needs and get frustrated and end up drawing over a photo

Angel wiggles are a thing Dean must bravely contend with. Let us pray for him.

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I’m trying to come up with an excuse about why I’ve continued this… but I’ve realized it’s because I am a sad, sad person. ANYWAY HERE IT IS LIKE I SAID ENJOYYYYYYY.

(Pretty please don’t repost | Visit my main account @lizleeillustration | Buy me a Kofi? )

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dean and cas’s excellent x-rated adventure

Dean pulls his keys out of his pocket and says, “Under no circumstances are you to call us.”

Sam and Jack barely glance up at him, Sam with his chin in his hand, laptop open to a week-old news article from Washington, and Jack playing some obnoxious game about candy on his phone.

“Unless it’s an emergency,” Dean says. “But only a serious emergency. Like—”

“If someone’s dying,” Jack says.

Dean nods. “Yeah.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “We get it, Dean. You’re on vacation. No interruptions.”

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cuties

Small and big wounds might be healed by frequent cuddling.

Poor Cas.