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

Trying to learn some stylization techniques.

WIP

The colors in this! The clouds! The architecture! Aziraphale's expression! ❤️❤️❤️

Another one of my previous GO fanarts !

Shopping for Books in Paris ! 🌞

GOTH CROWLEY SWEEEEEEEP

(OP these are incredible 😍)

I'm going to draw Crowley in a series of outfits. Here are some I've done already:

Other ideas? Comment them below!

Shamelessly reblogging my flapper fem aziracrow because I was looking at this painting last night and thinking how adorable Aziraphale is. This is one of the paintings I'm most proud of.

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

Season 3 of good omens

Love all the bookmarks in the books, love the copy of Good Omens, love the empty bottle of wine on the floor, love that Crowley has his glasses off and HAS LONG NAILS and is smitten (i believe), love that Aziraphale is in his tartan socks and three sheets to the wind, love the plants and moving boxes surrounding them, it's beautiful.

I’m soooooooo in love with them

i just waNted to reIterate that i am Not telling you where threE is 🙃

observations

Just another day in the fandom.

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

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