>>Crowley was struggling to keep up. The press of Aziraphale’s thigh was a distraction he certainly wasn’t prepared for, and he felt his face catch fire as heat coiled in his stomach. His eyes widened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he tried to focus on anything other than how close Aziraphale was—or the way the boa tickled his neck like some absurdly soft noose.<<
The wonderful @hopelesslysleepy wrote this fantastic 1941 OneShot “It’s alarming how charming I feel” for this drawing 🥹 Thank you so much, this was a real team effort ❤️
I’m in proper disbelief that this really happened. It’s such a rare thing, meeting someone with a similarly specific brainrot like yourself. Even more thankful I am to have a whole group of oddly specific sad gay birds on the Footnotes Discord Server, who fuel my creativity like nothing. You guys are the best ❤️ Thanks for pitching this idea and begging me not stopping me to do this drawing ❤️














