just performing a some light reblog necromancy to remind everyone of
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.
NINE INCH CROWLEY SNIPPET FROM GLEAFER'S PATREON SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP @gleafer is a complete madlad, and I told her I'd give her a shout on socials for making this masterpiece for us NIN fans.
She illustrated this absolutely insanely gorgeous Nine Inch Nails/Good Omens crossover in a shocking, brazen, and obvious attempt to murder me on the 30th anniversary of The Downward Spiral. If you wanna see the whole pic and ALL OF GLEAFER'S ENORMOUS TROVE OF CONSISTENTLY MINDBLOWING WORK, you should throw some fucking money at her on Patreon. it's worth it. I only sub to two Patreons, and hers is one of 'em.
Okay, so drawing shameless thirst trap art isn't typically my bag, but it's a bag I'm willing to hold because /r/GoodOmensAfterDark is a wild group of people that inspire me to draw all sorts of things, not just smut. Better yet, I can hold that bag while I work on my absolutely tepid line art skills. I've always eschewed learning proper line art in favor of painting stupid, elaborate, over-worked, over-detailed portraits because that's just the kind of ADHD I have. Simplify form? Me? Pah. But... But it's a skill I need to work on to become a better artist. And the only way to improve artistic skill is to, you know, produce art. Even if I don't feel like it. Even if practicing line art is like sitting quietly at the dinner table and eating my vegetables while my brother is playing the Sega Genesis in the living room already because he likes brussels sprouts.
Leyendeckerrrrrrrrrrrr yessssssssssss
Beautiful, op.
at the edge of the world
A redraw of Leyendecker's (1874 - 1951) - Study for butterfly couple
UNRULY DEMON? Try Dr. MacFells LAUDANUM tincture! Guaranteed to knock his ass out.
prints | ko-fi | commission [edit: prints available for this one] Detail shots after the jumppppppppp ⬇️
@goodomensafterdark
It's Ineffable Kinktober 2024, and the Rennies are back with a whole new series of smutty oneshots from all over the timeline in this AU. Prequels and sequels, cut scenes and rarepairs! How have Aziraphale and Crowley been faring since their most recent happily ever after? Will Gabriel ever figure out that he's not the most important man in Aziraphale's life? How did Beez and Muriel get together? Why can't Eric get Crowley out of his head? Find out the answers to these questions and more, posting all month in October 2024.
I'm not planning on covering every single prompt, but I have plans for more than half of them, and I'll be updating every few days! Each is a standalone oneshot, too, so don't worry about getting caught up in any cliffhangers.
First up is Prompt #1, Wings, my Human AU take on a wingfic, featuring Aziraphale, Crowley, and Gabriel.
Head on over to AO3 to read the first chapter and subscribe for updates all month!
Thank you thank you thank you to @quona for the amazing art, as always!
✨Tinker Fell ✨
Hambleden R.P. Tyler x Bus Driver, Enemies to lovers slow burn.
I ship it.
Someone please help Karen Tyler's cat tho, it looked so fucking uncomfy with the situation.
Ok, the funniest thing just happened right at the end of The Ineffable Con.
So short, some of us took a trip to Tadfield with like busses and it was all really lovely organized, and we had rented the community building thing, and walked around the village (which really is tiny, like there are 3 streets) and taking pictures of benches and streets and shit, then eat some crepes and hang out in the building.
9pm comes and we get ready to board the busses back, when who rund out and starts shouting, the realy life version of R.P. Tyler.
Like, Im not kidding. Old guy, with a dog and a stick up his ass so far, it's tickling his brain.
He starts yelling how we are to loud and we should leave...while blocking us from leaving.
His shouting seems to attract more people, since people comes out of their houses to watch or yell too. Some are holding dogs or cats, some are saying we are traumatising their pets.
Another person comes and tries to mediate between the villagers and the bus drivers.
Honestly, that was the best ending and they will never know why we found the whole thing so funny.
Exhibit C; above: the grey hoodie during the filming of Staged. Your honor, this man dug the hoodie out of the garbage. We rest our case.
We've called him Bark Ruffalo.
Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops
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