#my scribbles
Ok not my usual game fanart but I was replaying the Ezio trilogy when I realised I hadn’t played any of the AC games that came out after it despite owning most of them up to Syndicate
So I found the the og version of AC3 and I have to say I think I’m in love???
Connor is bby boy (affectionate) and he deserves so much more recognition! Like a second game or at least an appearance in Unity like c'mon Ubisoft you had an amazing opportunity here, it could’ve been great! In this essay I will-
Anyways, one small sketch rapidly deteriorated intothis
My beloved @hanarinhightown uttered the magical words “live keeper reaction” and I had to do this kzksksk
Bonus
The normal Live Slug Reaction version
Someone in the Ace Omens Discord accussed me of soft. So I’m giving them soft damn them. More of my fics here.
Aziraphale shifts in place.
And again, the other way.
A moment later, back the other way.
And again. And again. And again.
‘For someone’s sake, angel!’ Crowley finally groans as Aziraphale rubs his back against his chain for the fifteen time. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing!’ Aziraphale says, with the tone he usually has when he’s lying. ‘I’m fine.
Crowley lifts his glasses and stares at his angel. After a long moment he takes them off to make a point.
With a sign, Aziraphale puts his book down and stops shifting. ‘There’s… an itch.’
Ah. ‘Wings?’
Aziraphale makes a face. ‘Right in the centre, where they meet my back. Not exactly somewhere I can reach, my dear.’
‘Well, good thing I’m here. Can lend a hand as needed?’
There’s no hesitation from Aziraphale. Just a smile from his angel as he carefully removes his waistcoat and shirt. Then, with seemingly no thought, he turns his back to Crowley.
A breath hitches in Crowley’s chest as he realises the angel trusts him - a *demon* - with his back. And a moment later, his wings.
Crowley’s hand is trembling a little as he reaches out to touch Aziraphale’s wings. He gently runs his fingers through the feathers, feeling the softness of each one as he shifts them around.
‘Crowely?’ Aziraphale breaks Crowely out of his awe.
‘Yes angel?’
‘I’mitchy.Scratch them, damn you!’
Laughing, Crowley puts a bit more force into his touch, not surprised when Aziraphale pushes into the scratching like a contented cat.
‘Higher! No, lower! Oooh that’s it!’
Crowley scratches until his arms ache and Aziraphale collapses against his chest, half held up by Crowley’s grip under his arms and wings.
‘Better my darling?’ Crowley asks.
‘Yes, thank you my dear.’