Trying My Damndest To Learn Digital Oil Paint.

A sketch of the Ineffable Boyos for a collab I'm doing with a dear friend and author.

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 used to be too shy to interact w fanfic authors, but after i finally started to do so, that i realised they're the same @ me

so after you draw the thing then you draw the thing all over again but spend waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more time on it

sketch to lines

TREVORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

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The illustrated smutty one-shot continues. Part 7 of who-the-fuck-knows-anymore. A flashback begins to explain how Az got himself into this situation.

Have the whole panel, Tumblr, as a treat.

Catch the rest on my Patreon, for the NSF+ Tiers.

Crowley be like "I'm finna ruin this man's whole life."

Reblogging my very first Gomens art as I approach 500 of you lovely people choosing to follow my art blog here on the hellsite. This is the piece that started this whole saga.

I love each and every one of you as if you were my own blorbos.

help me, you tear down my reason

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This is my ransom note to Neil Gaiman love letter to the ineffable idiots and the Gomens fandom. There will undoubtedly be more because I caught the brain rot so bad.

More info and high res below the jump.

Scaly semi-snek flaming-like-anything-ginger freckled Crowley because why not? I wanted to mess around with a very pale, slightly creepy color palette for skintones, so this was a good exercise. And anyway, I could draw DT's glorious swan-like neck every day for the rest of my life and never grow weary of it.

Michael Sheen's nose --hell, his profile in general--will be my undoing. He is SUCH a challenge to draw, which I adore. I used quite literally 4x the references for 'Zira than for Anthony Janthony.

About: All digital, all Photoshop, baby. Orig. 4483 x 5391 px. ~2 weeks of off-and-on painting when I got tired of my work art. Title is taken from Closer by Nine Inch Nails because I pretty much exclusively listened to The Downward Spiral on repeat while I worked on this piece, because that's the kind of angsty teenage headspace I'm in??? I'm fucking 34 years old, I thought I was past this.

Trying to learn some stylization techniques.

WIP

🔥Firespinner!Crowley🔥 for @cemeteryangel725's RenFaire AU, Of Fire and Falcons (Rated E, mind the tags)

This is probably my favorite Crowley I've painted so far. I had SO MUCH FUN designing his tattoos for this piece. Please enjoy them in the detail shots.

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