I DON'T KNOW WHY TUMBLR IGNORES YOUR ART EITHER, EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF IT IS FANTASTIC. @goodomensafterdark

the cake is an unsubtle metaphor WIP

Aziraphale is eating cake and Crowley is *eating cake* (off-screen for the purposes of this WIP and also so that I don't get banned from Tumblr)

WIP

(I poat full-sized WIPs on my Patreon!)

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Ssssssssssnake?

with a name like that, i don't know what he expected

alone in kyoto -------------------------------------------

prints | ko-fi | commission [edit: prints available for this one] Crowley in Edo period Japan on her way to the beach to find out what the Fisherman's Wife was going on about. This piece is the second of THREE that I painted for the VERY FIRST ISSUE EVER of /r/GoodOmensAfterDark's WINGZ Magazine, a filthy smut rag that all of us---editors, directors, writers, and visual artists alike---are very proud to present to you. Check it out here: WINGZ Mag Spring '24 (Reddit) Direct link (PDF, 90MB) Direct link for Mobile (PDF, 8MB)

Detail shots in full res after the jumppppppp

@goodomensafterdark

I MADE UR FICS BETTER @naromoreau AND UR JUST JEALOUS THAT I GOT MORE EXPOSURE ON THE SUPERIOR PLATFORM KNOWN AS WATTPAD THAN U GET ON AO3

Exposing @quona

They told me they didn’t care that I broke my elbow

🐈‍⬛️ Catboy Crowley sketch.

That is all.

i have brought her laughing (to my quietly dreaming garden) ------------------------------ The scene: A smoky, velvet-lined speakeasy smudged carelessly somewhere in the pocket of a roaring, glittered New York City, 1924, nighttime. Prohibition is on, but the law books never really dissuade anyone from getting a drink, not if they know where to go. It sure as Hell doesn't stop Crowley from taking her Angel out for a drink, because Aziraphale wanted one. And hey, it's the jazz age, Crowley knows where to get weed again.

This painting is one half of a collaboration I did with my dear friend @thescholarlystrumpet, who wrote a fantastic companion piece on AO3 (Rated M, mind the drug use tag).

“I got something else to liven up your final night in town. If you’re feeling a little… daring.” Crowley looked sidelong at Aziraphale and arched one penciled-on brow. Aziraphale wiggled happily and slid off the stool to sidle closer, until her head was practically on the Demon’s bare shoulder. “Do tell.”  Crowley tried not to shiver as she could feel the Angel’s breath against her heated skin, smell the heady potpourri of perfume, wine, and a pinch of ethereal sweat, taste it on her (currently unforked) tongue. She held up the expertly rolled joint between two fingers accented by red painted talons. “It’s been a very long time, I think, since we really… indulged.” Turning her head just so, nearly nose to nose with her friend. “Don’t you think we’ve earned it?” “Why, you wicked temptress,” Aziraphale murmured, her voice low and slightly breathless, sly smile belying any hint of admonishment. 

full size and detail shots after the jump

is it so wrong of me to want all three seasons of The Witcher to be re-shot to focus solely on Geralt and Jaskier?

and also for it to be significantly gayer???

i just want monster-of-the-week with Geralt and Jaskier plodding around the Continent bitching at each other like an old married couple and giving each other sponge baths with maximum sexual tension, thanks. i mean plot is cool or whatever, but i could take it or leave it.

i'm gonna have to do some Geraskier fanart soon to assuage my yearning, clearly

I've just been resurrected by Beretziraphale.

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Aziraphale in beret makes me feel alive

Scarily accurate.

Drawing Crowley

LET'S GO fashion dress-up doll piercings jewellery tattoos accessories nail polish gender all the hair styles no bones questionable facial hair various stages of snake sprinkle some booze and glitter on top yes perfect

Drawing Aziraphale

Meditate. Research. Reverently study his earthly vessel in a humble attempt to apperciate his essence more accurately. Softly, ever so carefully, with utter devotion, knowing no depictions can ever fully capture the angelic traquil of this creature of light