This is my piece for @contritecactite's FANTASTICALLY WEIRD AND WONDERFUL fic, Scaling New Heights (Explicit; AO3) in the GO Fairytale Bang!
In the story, Aziraphale is a sentient magical tower, and Crowley is a middling nobleman who is cursed, on the run, and in desperate need of shelter.
I decided to illustrate the very first scene where Crowley, unwillingly in snake form (that's the curse!), finds a lonely tower in the middle of a field with a window slightly ajar, and decides to slither on up.
If he’d heard three days ago that there would be a coup, he wouldn’t even have thought himself important enough to chase, but here he is, running through the woods and trying desperately to keep ahead of his pursuers. Red hair had never seemed like much of a blessing until now, but the gloaming and the autumn foliage work well together to keep him obscured when he stops to breathe. He can still hear them, not far behind, and he knows he has to keep moving. He’s not running for very long, though, before the foliage runs out and he finds himself exposed in a massive meadow. The expanse is surely too long to cross. His fear, previously calmed to a dull roar, flares up at the realization that he’ll be caught, and then he is no longer running but slithering. There’s nowhere to go. There is low grass as far as he can see. He can’t hear the crowd behind him, but the ground shakes with their footsteps. They can surely see him, a massive dark shape caught in the rising moonlight. He changes direction, hoping they’ll all just keep going in a straight line, and then he sees it: a tall tower half-covered in vines. His body seems to carry him there instinctively, and once he’s circled the tower, the only way he sees to go is up. He finds the side that, as far as he can tell, is the farthest from where he started, and he begins his clumsy, wobbling climb up the rough brick. His haste makes it chafe against his sensitive belly, and he has to remind himself to keep going every time he realizes he’s left the ground entirely—how do snakes even work? He’d have paid more attention to them if he’d known he’d be in this position someday—but he makes it to an open window and slithers inside. He drapes himself across the cool floor, exhausted. Just as he begins to fall asleep, he feels his body change back to its usual form, and he hears someone tut at him. “Silly creature. I do have a front door, you know.” Scaling New Heights (Explicit; AO3)
--- --- --- 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 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.
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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)
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
Part 12! This is the end of Act II! Act III is super smutty and thus will be on my Patreon!
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."
My contribution to week 9 of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined is a Crowley ouroboros (a Crowloboros, if you will) surrounded by Celtic knots, both of which symbolize the cyclical nature of existence.
Me: lemme make some custom brushes so I don't have to painstakingly draw a million little scales...
Also me: *proceeds to use said brushes in a complex interlace pattern that requires painstaking masking/erasing in order to make the various sneks fit together the way they're supposed to*
The end result was so worth it tho...
Plus hey, I got to learn how to make brushes from scratch and now I can draw many more goofy sneks hehehehe
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In terms of the general construction of Crowley’s scales, I used this piece from a few weeks ago as my general guide:
Later on (once I actually decided that I wanted to incorporate Celtic knots) I went through the entire George Bain Collection looking for ideas, and eventually settled on this one:
Source: georgebain.groamhouse.org.uk/collection/item/single-strand-interlace
It was my first time drawing Celtic knots, I hope I did them justice!
the rest is silence | help me, you tear down my reason | will you please complete me blood of a reptile, just underneath the skin | vavoom | aziraphale's dream
to my quietly dreaming garden | valentines 2024 | valentines 2024 pt ii
one thousand and one nights ----
LOOK AT ALL THESE FABRICS I PAINTED (faint sobbing in the background) This piece is for the Good Omens Minisode Minibang, wherein my lovely author, Dashicra (@ineffableomenshusbands) wrote a WONDERFUL fanfic of femAziracrow in the world of Arabian Nights that I encourage you to all go read right this instant. (Rated M, nothing kinky but, as always, mind the tags)
Full size and detail shots after the jumpppppppppppppppp ⬇️
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
i love watching the painting come together
work in progress
@goodomensafterdark sup g how u doin bby
walk the streets of japan 'til i get lost -------------------------------------------
prints | ko-fi | commission [edit: prints available for this one]
AZIRAPHALE DISCOVERS JAPANESE STREET FOOD IN EDO PERIOD JAPAN, HOW COULD I NOT DRAW THIS This piece is one of THREE that I painted for the VERY FIRST ISSUE EVER of /r/GoodOmensAfterDark's WINGZ Magazine, a filthy smut rag that all of us---editors, directors, writers, and visual artists alike---are very proud to present to you. Check it out here: WINGZ Mag Spring '24 (Reddit) Direct link (PDF, 90MB) Direct link for Mobile (PDF, 8MB)
Detail shots in full res after the jumppppppp
title from Audioslave's "Doesn't Remind Me"
i walk the streets of japan 'til i get lost cause it doesn't remind me of anything with a graveyard tan and carryin' a cross cause it doesn't remind me of anything
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