Tell him the truth, Marinette!
eh, screw it *releases my fucked up vampire au from the confines of my mind*
anyway I decided my blog is for me and I can draw and post all the weird silly concepts of my dreams and nobody can stop me. I actually have a lot of potential comic ideas ping-ponging in my head for this AU — not a linear story or anything (beyond what's on this post), just some good fun and shenanigans.
bonus:
I need Crowley and Aziraphale to be forced to sit with a a few human beings at a table, where they’re all very religious, and Aziraphale is worried because Crowley is clearly getting a headache from all the religious talk and crosses hanging on their necks. But then Crowley drinks another shot of vodka and starts talking; he questions every single thing they talk about, corrects them, makes them think, and question everything as hard as they’re fighting against it. He’s sarcastic but he’s clever and obviously can speak with confidence of someone who’s been there.
It clearly helps the headache.
Aziraphale can clearly see the satisfied smirk on his face when one of them takes the cross off and leaves.
He punches him lightly in the arm when they all leave and Crowley starts chuckling to himself.



