Hambleden R.P. Tyler X Bus Driver, Enemies To Lovers Slow Burn.

little railed riding hood

--- --- --- I painted this for the GOAD Pride Month Gift Exchange for the lovely /u/lordpandiora, who wanted bottom Crowley, monsterfucking, and an AU! Little Red Riding Ho-wley be like: "Oh no! I hope there are no big bad wolves in this forest! OOPS! I just tripped and landed up against this tree with my ass out! Whatever am I to do?"

If you want to see the very Explicit NSFW version you can find it here, on AO3.

If you want to see more of my extremely spicy art, I post stuff like this (and full-sized WIPs, tutorials, Patron-exclusive smut, you get the idea) on Patreon.

PATREON | prints | ko-fi | commission

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AND ONE MORE REBLOG FOR GOOD MEASURE because I can't get over how gorgeous OP's art style is.

@goodomensafterdark for you madlads (gn) to enjoy, shitwreck this artist's inbox with notes and love, they deserve it.

If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it. ☁️⭐️

COMING SOON: A new Of Fire and Falcons Project!

October 1 is just around the corner, which means the official start of Spooky Season, but also the kickoff of Ineffable Kinktober! This year, I'll be working with @quefish77's excellent prompt list and bringing you a whole series of prequels, cut scenes and happily ever afters for my Ren faire AU! Expect POVs you haven't seen before, new lore, rarepairs, and more! What does bird Gabriel actually think of his human husband Aziraphale? How did Beez and Muriel get together? Why can't Eric get Crowley out of his head? And what are Aziraphale and Crowley like at home when they're not out flying falcons or impressing everyone with their fire skills? Answers to these questions and more await with my new series.

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And if you haven't read Of Snowbirds and Hearthstones, the sequel to Of Fire and Falcons, maybe today is the day!

Thank you so much to @quona for the gorgeous cover and for all of the art for this series!

Trying to learn some stylization techniques.

WIP

No I cannot stop talking about Good Omens, it’s load bearing in my therapeutic toolbox.

Does anyone need any more motivation to read this fic?

That's what I thought.

Of Fire and Falcons: A Good Omens Renaissance Faire AU by CemeteryAngel725

Thank you so much to @quona for the amazing art bringing these characters to life!

Rated E, 54,201 words

Read on AO3 here!

Summary:

Since they met at a Florida Renaissance faire a year and a half ago, fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale have been a great deal more than friends, but they've never quite admitted what they really feel about each other. Now Crowley has fallen in love, and he has five weeks at the Catskill Mountains Renaissance Faire during the most romantic season of the year to convince Aziraphale to see the light.

Excerpt:

Later that evening, Crowley was back at the campground, spinning his LED poi among the other dancers next to the fire, the sounds of drumming all around them. He had discarded his shirt long ago, and he was in his element, the energy of the night flowing through him and the warm firelight on his skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of blond curls, a pair of bright eyes watching his every move. He slung his poi over his shoulder and sauntered over.

“Evening, Aziraphale,” he drawled. “You know, you look like an angel in this light, with your fluffy little halo. Have you come down here to keep all of us demons in line?”

“Hush, you.” Aziraphale dragged his eyes down Crowley’s torso, a little sigh escaping his lips. Crowley knew he looked good, and he shivered a little under the appreciative gaze. “Besides, you’re hardly a demon.”

“Oh, really? What am I, then?” Crowley stepped a little closer, leaving barely a foot of space between them.

“Something rather delectable, I think.” Aziraphale placed a hand on Crowley’s chest and ran it upward, over his shoulder and around the back of his neck. Threading his fingers through the red hair, he pulled Crowley down into a kiss, right there in the firelight, amid the noise and bustle of the post-faire party.

Special thanks to everyone over at @goodomensafterdark for all the support!

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!)

mood

I've been fighting the stupid lineart for 2 hours only to realise I've been using the wrong brush!!!! I'm kicking!!!

BOND GIRL AZIRAPHALE🔥 🖤🔥🖤🔥🖤🔥

they like roleplay :) <3

Another one in the Of Fire and Falcons family of visual artists!

Control, a Good Omens Of Fire and Falcons oneshot by CemeteryAngel725

I was SO SO thrilled to be paired with @bea-n-art for the @goodomensafterdark Spring Fling Kink Sling! We were assigned orgasm control and latex, so here's a smutty little peek into the married life of fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale. You can also catch Bean's amazing art on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/beatenossart! And make sure to click through to the fic to see the full-length version of this art - it is so hot that Tumblr wouldn't let me post it!

Rated E (obviously), 2,142 words

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

They’re back!

After a dismal opening weekend at their local Renaissance Faire, Crowley asks Aziraphale for some help with letting it all go. Aziraphale gives it to him in the best way he knows how.

Excerpt (slightly edited because this fic is filthy):

Crowley shuffled forward and laid his cheek on Aziraphale’s thigh, bracketed by his husband’s knees, nestled against his warm bulk. Aziraphale reached out to stroke his hair, brushing the scarlet strands behind his ear before rubbing a broad hand under his aching jaw. Crowley’s body was clamoring for some sort of relief, but he ignored it, content to breathe in Aziraphale’s scent, one hand wrapped around his ankle.

Aziraphale only let them rest for a moment. “Up here now, my love. I want you on my lap.”