another december, another klausper family drawing. these FUCKERS are the reason I even got the strength to keep up with tumblr and give my art a chance. I don’t even know if I would be posting right now if it wasn’t for those original posts, so thank you for y’all’s continuous support. I like to do one of these every winter not only to see how my art has grown, but also to celebrate all of the new eyes meeting these guys. I hope you’re doing well and please know that I appreciate you all so much.
stay safe and happy holidays. 💕
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Winter at the Bookshop!
Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year to everyone who comes across my page!
Buy it as a print or a Phone case: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/beanart
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MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS🫶✨️
I wasn't even going to draw anything today, but I didn't want to leave the husbands without a Christmas art🥹
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Of Kings and Kids - Chapter 3
It‘s getting a bit romantic, folks! @gaiaseyes451 and I wish you a nice Christmas Eve!
Chapter 3 on Ao3
Clear as a trumpet across the countryside, the piercing cry of a newborn baby rang through the night.
Crowley smiled, “that’ll be your newborn King, I expect.”
Aziraphale closed his eyes and exhaled, “yes, I suspect you're correct.”
“I should be going, have a feeling your work is just beginning.” Crowley squeezed Aziraphale’s hand once more and, carefully dislodging Jemimah, stood to begin his way down the hill.
Aziraphale watched him go. “Good night, Crowley,” he called down the hillside.
Crowley stopped and looked over his shoulder, Aziraphale could hear the smile in his voice even though he could not see it. “See you tomorrow, angel.” He said, then replaced his glasses and began the walk back to Jerusalem.
Aziraphale was sitting on the boulder watching the flock at rest when a blinding light appeared a few meters in front of him. He shielded his eyes from the radiance as a glowing figure emerged, arms lifted upwards in exultation.
“I say unto you,” boomed a voice from the light. “Today in the town of David a Savior has been born; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find the baby wrapped in a linen blanket in room seven of the Starlit Stays Lodge.”
Aziraphale bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. When he was quite sure he had mastered his face he responded as neutrally as possible. “Hello, Gabriel.”
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Thanks to @goodomensafterdark for the support! Merry Christmas!
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Aziraphale plans his time wisely to buy the presents and wrapping paper to wrap them perfectly. It takes him a while because he won’t accept anything but perfection and, well, it does take a while to pack something perfectly.
Crowley always has the perfect present for Aziraphale but leaves packing to the last second to Aziraphale’s frustration because they will be watching Christmas movies together while Crowley is lounging with a drink and Aziraphale is packing.
And then Crowley grabs a piece of paper from Aziraphale and somehow packs the present perfectly in three moves on his knee.
And Aziraphale files for divorce (jokingly)
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