Quona - Share A Cigarette With Negativity

WIP sketch and color test for a piece I'm doing for @thescholarlystrumpet's fic for the GOAD smut wars

Reblogging my very first Gomens art as I approach 500 of you lovely people choosing to follow my art blog here on the hellsite. This is the piece that started this whole saga.

I love each and every one of you as if you were my own blorbos.

help me, you tear down my reason

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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.

No I cannot stop talking about Good Omens, it’s load bearing in my therapeutic toolbox.

i personally think it's so fucking funny that all the gomens artists can't draw aziraphale one to one. like dt/crowley they perfect him instantly, i've never seen a crowley that hasn't looked perfectly like dt. but michael sheen? unknowable. undrawable. he's so shaped and so.... ineffable >:)... that people just have to make up their own interpretations of his face. and it still tracks don't get me wrong! it's still Aziraphale, but it's definitely not one to one with michael boy.

Scaling New Heights 🏰Towerziraphale & 🐉Dragon/Snek Crowley! --- --- ---

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)

OP this is fantastic and you should maybe swing by Reddit and pop this up on /r/goodomensafterdark, if you haven't already. We'd love it there. 🖤🖤🖤

@goodomensafterdark

Like that

I'll always reblog divorced Crowley looking off into middle distance smoking a cigarette.

I mean it's practically required with a blog name like this.

My prediction for S3.

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In a Garden --- --- ---

I originally painted this for a project that got delayed fairly substantially, and given today's news, I thought we could all use some South Downs fluff. Love you all so much, Q

they literally gave david tennant a platform and he used it to ask the entire world if they’ve heard of welsh actor michael sheen