Hi!
I love so much the way you draw the ineffable husbands.
Do you happen to have a shop ?
Hi!!! Thank you so much :D I don’t have a shop right now, but if there’s interest I might consider it!
It’s ma birthday so instead of doing my many assignments and other obligations I decided to draw a present for myself
And the present is Crowley
Doodle based on an iconic trick or treater. Happy Halloween!
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Some cottage era fluff on this, the first Halloween post-S2
They're not perfect by any means, but we did it!!
STOP IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THEM
BOOP METER? ARE WE SO BACK?
😈❤️😇
something something it will end in a garden
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redemption
A couple of months ago I had a dream where Aziraphale fell and Crowley had to save him. Given all the news about S3, I decided it was time to share it.
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doodle featuring retirement hobbies and the husbands subjected to them
doodle featuring retirement hobbies and the husbands subjected to them
"Please... let us pretend. Right now there is only us. They don't matter. Right now, I am yours and you are mine." "Pretending. We are good at that." "I hope we can stop pretending at all one day. And just be... us."
Playing Pretend, by dingledraw
part 8 of my ineffable kisses series - imagining some kisses throughout their canon timeline that went decidedly better than That Kiss did…
so excited to get to try my hand at drawing @dingledraw 's tudor ineffable wives! their art makes my heart so happy 🩷
I’m working on some bigger more complicated pieces rn but if anyone has gomens doodle requests I’d love to hear them! silly halloween ideas very much encouraged
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close enough, welcome back Logan Roy
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Drawtober 15: Nightmare
Sulphur rolls in waves from the thing as it stalks towards the home and sleeping heads that lie within. Hooves that crack with bloody dark and twisted ichor that drips and sizzles as it hits the ground. Its mane twists in the air, catching in a flickering breeze that is the breath of the occupants, reaching far further than by rights a sleeping breath should.
The door is no matter to the nightmare. It slips through like sand, reforms in the corridor, makes its way upstairs and inhales deep enough to make the rotten coal in its belly burn bright.