A Canon Event For Every Oldest Daughter Is Being Told “you Would Be A Good Lawyer”

Felt this in my bones.

Artists confession

When I draw the two ineffable idiots, Crowley either ends up looking like a lesbian or a vampire, and Aziraphale like a baby girl or Daddy.

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...

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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 ;)

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

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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.”

A portrait I painted of my friend and business partner with her cat, Nito (who is the CTO of our business. He's always on top of technology -- mostly laying on keyboards).

Me as I annoy my mutuals

This is among the loveliest things anyone has ever said about my art, thank you so much.

In addition to painting brainrot smut, I've been sewing for almost 30 years. I've made and altered a LOT of structured undergarments in pursuit of fantasy and historic costuming. I made my first cosplay of Xena: Warrior Princess at age 7, handsewn and made of old sheets and towels with aluminum foil over cardboard circles for rivets, lmao. After I could -actually- sew I started recreating clothes from the 1900s-1940s, which of course meant learning to sew foundation garments like stays, corsets, and bras.

Az's lingerie in this painting is based on a style from the ~1940s, though the decorative lace details I added are ahistoric and total fantasy. I just have a weird passion for lace motifs.

It's wonderfully fulfilling when two of my all-time, lifelong special interests dovetail as they did here and someone else notices. 🖤

Ineffable Wives Part II: The Smuttening MY KILLING BLOW for the Smut Wars.

@goodomensafterdark, it's been a lot of fun.

Putting proper paint on Little Railed Riding Hood now.

WIP

Laying down some color flats on Crowley for my next piece. Working title: Little Railed Riding Hood

WIP

(p.s. I post full size WIPs and a whole lot more to my Patreon)

"don't need a lover, you need an animal" Rockstar Crowley based off of Damiano ❤️‍🔥