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Leyendeckerrrrrrrrrrrr yessssssssssss

Beautiful, op.

at the edge of the world

A redraw of Leyendecker's (1874 - 1951) - Study for butterfly couple

Scaling New Heights 🏰Towerziraphale & 🐉Dragon/Snek Crowley! --- --- ---

This is my piece for @contritecactite's FANTASTICALLY WEIRD AND WONDERFUL fic, Scaling New Heights (Explicit; AO3) in the GO Fairytale Bang!

In the story, Aziraphale is a sentient magical tower, and Crowley is a middling nobleman who is cursed, on the run, and in desperate need of shelter.

I decided to illustrate the very first scene where Crowley, unwillingly in snake form (that's the curse!), finds a lonely tower in the middle of a field with a window slightly ajar, and decides to slither on up.

If he’d heard three days ago that there would be a coup, he wouldn’t even have thought himself important enough to chase, but here he is, running through the woods and trying desperately to keep ahead of his pursuers. Red hair had never seemed like much of a blessing until now, but the gloaming and the autumn foliage work well together to keep him obscured when he stops to breathe. He can still hear them, not far behind, and he knows he has to keep moving. He’s not running for very long, though, before the foliage runs out and he finds himself exposed in a massive meadow. The expanse is surely too long to cross. His fear, previously calmed to a dull roar, flares up at the realization that he’ll be caught, and then he is no longer running but slithering. There’s nowhere to go. There is low grass as far as he can see. He can’t hear the crowd behind him, but the ground shakes with their footsteps. They can surely see him, a massive dark shape caught in the rising moonlight. He changes direction, hoping they’ll all just keep going in a straight line, and then he sees it: a tall tower half-covered in vines. His body seems to carry him there instinctively, and once he’s circled the tower, the only way he sees to go is up. He finds the side that, as far as he can tell, is the farthest from where he started, and he begins his clumsy, wobbling climb up the rough brick. His haste makes it chafe against his sensitive belly, and he has to remind himself to keep going every time he realizes he’s left the ground entirely—how do snakes even work? He’d have paid more attention to them if he’d known he’d be in this position someday—but he makes it to an open window and slithers inside. He drapes himself across the cool floor, exhausted. Just as he begins to fall asleep, he feels his body change back to its usual form, and he hears someone tut at him. “Silly creature. I do have a front door, you know.” Scaling New Heights (Explicit; AO3)

I am deceased. @chernozemm you have slain me.

The expressions are so wonderful. And the posture of the figures (especially the hands! 😍) And the composition as a whole, with the wings sweeping up to Crowley and down to Lucifer. Ugh.

Dead.

Let me be the answer to your questions, little Starmaker.

(I will be the morning star that swallows you whole)

happy Valentine’s Day!!

long haired crowley this, duke of hell crowley that, i think the only correct option to hope for is crowley in a kilt:

post-divorce outfit slay that has aziraphale rattling heaven's bars to get back down while we are all having collective aneurysms

👀👀👀

WIP

A speedpaint I did for a couple of fantastic Redditors over on /r/GoodOmensAfterDark. The request was David Tennant as a an elf from LOTR. I humbly present to you: Davidriel.

I'd recognize that silly little curl in his hair anywhere. (This crop is perilously close to being obscene, I tried my best) WIP for @ukcalico!

Psst: I post full-sized WIPs, tutorials, exclusive filth, and more on my Patreon.

#please don't take him just because you can :(

Me and @thescholarlystrumpet on The Bench in St. James's Park.