With A Name Like That, I Don't Know What He Expected

OF FIRE AND FALCONS A GOOD OMENS RENAISSANCE FAIRE AU

(COMPLETE fic, 15/15 chapters, 54,201 words!) By GOAD's very own smut angel, @cemeteryangel725, who did me the incredible honor of allowing me to make some cover art for her story. Rated EXPLICIT on AO3, no minors, and, as always, MIND THE FUCKING TAGS.

I'll be posting full size portraits of each of Cemetery's wonderful characters in a few days!

@goodomensafterdark

literally the first thing i thought of when it happened…. i wish i could make gifs lmao

Season 3 of good omens

just performing a some light reblog necromancy to remind everyone of

Aziraphale's Softcore Porn Notebook

if i am to ever know just One (1) single thing about the Mysterious Unwritten Sequel, i simply want to know This: Why Was Aziraphale Watching That Softcore Porn Movie. Neil Gaiman Dear Gawd Why

You will have to wait until I tell that story. If I ever do.

Although I’m not sure that I’d put that bit in, because cheap hotels no longer have boxes on their televisions that give you exactly two minutes of pay per view tv before they make you pay. Which would mean that I’d write an entire book, or make an entire TV series, and you wouldn’t have Aziraphale’s porn notebook in it. Which would be sad.

Mood.

hey Neil,

If you are to choose between Sandman and good omens on gun point whet would you choose?

to die.

putting lines over sketch

STAR EYES MOTHERFUCKER

MY ART! STRUMPET'S FIC. GO READ IT, MY DARLINGS.

Father Fell x Crowley in WW2

With SPECTACULAR new cover art by @quona!! (everyone go follow them!)

Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

READ ON AO3:

Chapter ten in which a gift is given and then another is shared—if only for the barest sliver of a moment.

Or read from the beginning!

tagging @goodomensafterdark as promised ;)

Oh holy shit, OP, this is stunning. What an illustrator you are!

Lesbiaziracrow

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

OP these poses give me life.

together, soft, shining ✨