Second Pass On My Previous Sketch, Using A Mirror For Reference On The Faces This Time Around (last Time

OP gets it ☝️

Also, ridiculously hot art. A+++ 🔥🔥🔥

crowely sends azi pics like this just to block him right after

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WIP

process progress for the full character shot of Falconer Daddy Beardziraphale from @cemeteryangel725's fic, Of Fire and Falcons. WIP

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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 rn doin the excited hippity hoppity

Bless you for mentioning the jawline indentation, I spent a truly ludicrous amount of time obsessing over it.

help me, you tear down my reason

-------------------------- 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.

Oh someone got our poem reference, @thescholarlystrumpet !

For anyone interested, the title of my flappers painting comes from a beautiful poem, "For the Goddess Too Well Known", by Elsa Gidlow, a British-born Canadian-American poet who published the first openly lesbian book of poetry in North America in 1923 (!), titled On A Grey Thread.

For the Goddess Too Well Known

I have robbed the garrulous streets,

Thieved a fair girl from their blight,

I have stolen her for a sacrifice

That I shall make to this night.

I have brought her, laughing,

To my quietly dreaming garden.

For what will be done there

I ask no man pardon.

I brush the rouge from her cheeks,

Clean the black kohl from the rims

Of her eyes; loose her hair;

Uncover the glimmering, shy limbs.

I break wild roses, scatter them over her.

The thorns between us sting like love's pain.

Her flesh, bitter and salt to my tongue,

I taste with endless kisses and taste again.

At dawn I leave her

Asleep in my wakening garden.

(For what was done there

I ask no man pardon.)

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

S3 has been announced and my skin has cleared, depression is gone, throwing away my Prozac as my brain is now fully healed, my dad came back from buying cigarettes, my insomnia? Gone. Anxiety? Never heard of her. The sun shines and a nightingale sang on Berkeley square again

✨Tinker Fell ✨

Illustrated one-shot smut story for my NSF+ tier darlings on Patreon. Crowley domming from the bottom (while on top!); Aziraphale suffers more than Jesus (but he's super into it---all parties consent enthusiastically!)

Part 4 of 8(?) up on Patreeeeeon (RATED E)

compelling concept design for s3

LOOK AT THIS ART OF ME! LOOK AT IT!

My dear friend @trebol-negro sent this beautiful little portrait of me along with a print of a piece that she painted for our art swap earlier this year -- naga for naga.

Trébol painted this incredible Naga!Crowley (uncensored and VERY NSFW version on AO3, here) for me:

...and I painted this for Trébol (uncensored and ALSO very NSFW version on my Patreon, here):

You can find Trébol on: Tumblr | Instagram | AO3 | Ko-Fi

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BOTH OF THESE PIECES OF ART, TREBOL, ILU.