Love When I Enter The Painting Dimension For 6 Hours And Then Surface And Get Hit With Every Status Effect

The illustrated smutty one-shot continues. Part 7 of who-the-fuck-knows-anymore. A flashback begins to explain how Az got himself into this situation.

Have the whole panel, Tumblr, as a treat.

Catch the rest on my Patreon, for the NSF+ Tiers.

Crowley be like "I'm finna ruin this man's whole life."

おー！ これはとてもきれいですね！ クロウリーの髪を見てください！ そして太陽の光！ 美しいアート。

Oh! This is so pretty! Look at Crowley's hair! And the sunlight! Beautiful art.

little railed riding hood

--- --- --- I painted this for the GOAD Pride Month Gift Exchange for the lovely /u/lordpandiora, who wanted bottom Crowley, monsterfucking, and an AU! Little Red Riding Ho-wley be like: "Oh no! I hope there are no big bad wolves in this forest! OOPS! I just tripped and landed up against this tree with my ass out! Whatever am I to do?"

If you want to see the very Explicit NSFW version you can find it here, on AO3.

If you want to see more of my extremely spicy art, I post stuff like this (and full-sized WIPs, tutorials, Patron-exclusive smut, you get the idea) on Patreon.

PATREON | prints | ko-fi | commission

@goodomensafterdark

alright who is it gonna be?

EDIT:

@the-thinking-creature looks like you got the mark of the beast. You're my 666th follower. What can I draw for you? Anything your wicked little heart desires.

EDIT TO THE EDIT:

@fourcatsandcounting ALSO followed at the same time and Tumblr didn't tell me! So I'm making TWO pieces of art, in the interests of fairness.

Just another day in the fandom.

Father Fell x Crowley in WW2 - Complete!

stunning cover art by @quona!!

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...

Chapter Sixteen, a short but sweet coda to our story that gives a small glimpse into the near future.

It was in May of that year that Germany surrendered. Less than a year after the battle called D-Day that became known as a pivotal point in the war. The day that Ezra Fell first properly introduced himself to Anthony Crowley (he did share his birth surname once, murmured against his lover’s shoulder but they agreed it was a secret between them that never need see the light of day). The day that Crowley saw in Fell something the man had never managed to find in himself and said it out loud. Strength in the softness of him, the unbroken spirit of a man whose faith extended beyond the ineffable and into the heart of every person he met. 

It was a slow but verdant Spring, as though Persephone had been languidly stretching out one limb at a time. They worked the garden together, Crowley in his dark glasses and Fell in a straw hat, looking up to share coy smiles across the unfurling leaves. They washed together after, some days just as leisurely, prolonging the moments of soap--slick contact. Some days they rushed through clean up so they could tumble faster into bed. 

Crowley was unspeakably, incandescently happy. It felt like there was a living sun below his sternum, radiating heat and life, powered by Ezra’s smiles and kisses, by the soft breath against Crowley’s neck as they slept, by hands that unerringly sought his at nearly every private opportunity.

Read on AO3

or

Read from the Beginning

Working on something dope with @naromoreau

Wip

Beautiful, soft, and lovely piece. Az looks like an icon entirely deserving of worship. WITH A BUNNY SLIPPER.

I loved Song of Songs 4:7 by @zeldahime so much that I immediately had to make art. Go read it if you are also enjoy soft divinity kink featuring turbovirgin Crowley fumbling his way through body worship (Explicit, 3290 words).

I bet Tumblr is going to crunch this art something terrible but it's also available full-size on AO3.

for loving one --- --- ---

BOY HOWDY AM I EXCITED TO SHARE THIS ONE WITH YOU ALL. This piece is cover art for @thescholarlystrumpet's wonderful 1940s priest AU fic: For Loving One (Rated E on AO3, mind yer tags) ...which you can and should read, asap. Chapter 10 (of 16!) just went up today, and yes, Strumpet does have the whole fic already written and ready to post, so you won't get abandoned on a cliffhanger. For my part, I wanted to call upon some 1940s aesthetics with a little bit of film noir and some Leyendecker-esque vibes. I hope you like my interpretation! Alsoooooo take some time to check out all the things I painted into that stained glass. I had a hell of a time designing it. --- --- --- If you like my art and want to keep seeing more of it, support me! ko-fi | prints | commission --- --- --- Detail shots from the high-res:

With special thanks to the WINGZ Mag/Maggie's Record Shop Ad 1 chat for supporting me through this stained glass adventure (aka listening to my bitching). @goodomensafterdark

I'm just out here doing the lord's work.

gotta appreciate the dedication gomens artists have to giving fem aziraphale absolute bazongas, tig ole biddies if you will