Trying To Learn Some Stylization Techniques.

"don't need a lover, you need an animal" Rockstar Crowley based off of Damiano ❤️‍🔥

Aziraphale's Dream

(cropped version so you don't get fired from your job for browsing my tumblr, you degenerate)

Full version here, marked NSFW because kink

Working on the Rennies again

WIP

Of Snowbirds and Hearthstones, a Ren Faire AU, Explicit on AO3, by @cemeteryangel725

putting on colors for the smut war on GOAD for my friend @thescholarlystrumpet's fic she is posting there tomorrow, Unspoken.

@goodomensafterdark

Just another day in the fandom.

OP these are gorgeous.

Look at the lil hearts on their cheeeekkksssss and that CLIP IN CROWLEY'S HAIR I've died, absolutely deceased.

💐

the only ship that ever really mattered

@lokitrow

gay 2000s power couple that looks like a straight couple

look how fucking clean and razor sharp these lines are

LOOK AT THEM 🤯

🖤🖤🖤

My Circus AU Crowley became my comfort character. I love 'em so much ç_ç

Hope to be able to draw 'em with Aziraphale soon. I'm not sure I'm ready to draw him though. But I can't go on drawing only Crowley, right? ... Right?

Hawaiian Shirt Crowley is such a post-divorce mood. I wanna draw him with a mai-tai on a beach, in a hammock.

Hawaiian Shirt Crowley

I had to make a drawing of him.

Another one in the Of Fire and Falcons family of visual artists!

Control, a Good Omens Of Fire and Falcons oneshot by CemeteryAngel725

I was SO SO thrilled to be paired with @bea-n-art for the @goodomensafterdark Spring Fling Kink Sling! We were assigned orgasm control and latex, so here's a smutty little peek into the married life of fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale. You can also catch Bean's amazing art on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/beatenossart! And make sure to click through to the fic to see the full-length version of this art - it is so hot that Tumblr wouldn't let me post it!

Rated E (obviously), 2,142 words

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

They’re back!

After a dismal opening weekend at their local Renaissance Faire, Crowley asks Aziraphale for some help with letting it all go. Aziraphale gives it to him in the best way he knows how.

Excerpt (slightly edited because this fic is filthy):

Crowley shuffled forward and laid his cheek on Aziraphale’s thigh, bracketed by his husband’s knees, nestled against his warm bulk. Aziraphale reached out to stroke his hair, brushing the scarlet strands behind his ear before rubbing a broad hand under his aching jaw. Crowley’s body was clamoring for some sort of relief, but he ignored it, content to breathe in Aziraphale’s scent, one hand wrapped around his ankle.

Aziraphale only let them rest for a moment. “Up here now, my love. I want you on my lap.”