Reblogging this one because I was looking at this piece today and still am super in love with it. ❤️
Here's some process shots from this one, as a treat.
The original anatomy sketch.
Started laying down color while referencing a few portraits by John Singer Sargent. I specifically paid attention to how he painted hair (Sargent usually painted hair as one large, dark mass of color with little highlight detail) and how he painted skin (very subtle and smooth, not a huge amount of contrast).
Got the environment blocked in a little, too. I put that blue and white porcelain vase in because I can never, ever resist blue and white porcelain.
More detail in the environment and the character.
Adding a pattern to the chair upholstery.
Working on the rug, here.
This is the full rug design. I sketched the whole rug out in a separate canvas and then overlaid it into the working canvas and warped it into place to use as a reference.
Took this shot when I was halfway done with the decanter and glass.
A Place to Call Home --- --- ---
This piece was commissioned by my dear friend @tawnyontumblr for HER dear friend @saretton to accompany a WONDERFUL fic that Tawny wrote for Saretton's birthday!
The fic is A Place to Call Home (Explicit, on AO3), a Human AU set in the Late Victorian/1890s and featuring Portrait Painter!Aziraphale and Stage Actor!Crowley as his artistic muse. I am in love with this concept.
Crowley's voice was almost too soft to hear. It nearly faded amidst the sweep of Aziraphale’s brush over canvas, the carriage rattling past outside—another layer of stimuli amidst the light, and the smell of linseed oil and turpentine. The way the fabric Crowley wore hissed gently over his skin as he slowly, minutely shifted position and then moved back.
He half sat half reclined on a Louis XVI armchair that Aziraphale had picked up in an estate sale. His legs were crossed, and the emerald banyan, embroidered with gold, slid from one shoulder. Aziraphale had been staring at that curve of lightly freckled skin while he'd been mixing rose madder and Chinese white, letting the brush sweep over the damp canvas as he sought to give voice to the hunger he felt.
The idea here was for me to paint the portrait of Crowley that Aziraphale is painting in the story.
Tawny asked me to paint with John Singer Sargent vibes, who is quite possibly my favorite artist of all time, and one of, if not the greatest, portrait painters of the 19th century. It's quite a tall order to try to imitate his style, so I settled for something Sargentesque! She also specified that "I want I am both painting and fucking him vibes. Intimate. That's the word." And I hope I delivered.
@goodomensafterdark Ya'll need to go read this fic its hot af.
I post all of my work, including the really filthy shit, full-sized WIPs, tutorials, comics, exclusive pieces, and more on my on my Patreon
A print of this piece will be up in my print shop on INPRNT!
Here are the Sargent portraits that I referenced so that you can see where I drew inspiration for this piece!
I specifically referenced the rug, giltwood furniture, that little round pillow, and her skintones.
Referenced for pose and expression.
The vase!
The hands playing with jewelry, expression.
Skintone, colors of the dress and embroidery, expression.
Back ground colors, the vases, the floor and rug
A Place to Call Home --- --- ---
This piece was commissioned by my dear friend @tawnyontumblr for HER dear friend @saretton to accompany a WONDERFUL fic that Tawny wrote for Saretton's birthday!
The fic is A Place to Call Home (Explicit, on AO3), a Human AU set in the Late Victorian/1890s and featuring Portrait Painter!Aziraphale and Stage Actor!Crowley as his artistic muse. I am in love with this concept.
Crowley's voice was almost too soft to hear. It nearly faded amidst the sweep of Aziraphale’s brush over canvas, the carriage rattling past outside—another layer of stimuli amidst the light, and the smell of linseed oil and turpentine. The way the fabric Crowley wore hissed gently over his skin as he slowly, minutely shifted position and then moved back.
He half sat half reclined on a Louis XVI armchair that Aziraphale had picked up in an estate sale. His legs were crossed, and the emerald banyan, embroidered with gold, slid from one shoulder. Aziraphale had been staring at that curve of lightly freckled skin while he'd been mixing rose madder and Chinese white, letting the brush sweep over the damp canvas as he sought to give voice to the hunger he felt.
The idea here was for me to paint the portrait of Crowley that Aziraphale is painting in the story.
Tawny asked me to paint with John Singer Sargent vibes, who is quite possibly my favorite artist of all time, and one of, if not the greatest, portrait painters of the 19th century. It's quite a tall order to try to imitate his style, so I settled for something Sargentesque! She also specified that "I want I am both painting and fucking him vibes. Intimate. That's the word." And I hope I delivered.
@goodomensafterdark Ya'll need to go read this fic its hot af.
I post all of my work, including the really filthy shit, full-sized WIPs, tutorials, comics, exclusive pieces, and more on my on my Patreon
A print of this piece will be up in my print shop on INPRNT!
uh oh it's my first Hazbin reblog
profuse sweating
i used to be too shy to interact w fanfic authors, but after i finally started to do so, that i realised they're the same @ me
Painted for the delightful @trebol-negro for an art trade! Naga for naga.
If I aroused a new kink in any of you, I'm not sorry at all.
If you like my art and want to keep seeing more of it, support me!
ko-fi | prints | commission
@goodomensafterdark
Edit to add: this is in the print shop now.
Come celebrate the holidays in true Good Omens After Dark style, with filthy lyrics about our favorite angel and demon set to familiar tunes on GOAD's very first holiday album.
Seasonal secretions include "The 12 Days of GOADmas" (featuring a panoply of bird calls), "Satan Baby," "The Dildo Song," and "We Wish You a Soggy Christmas."
Be sure to secure your headphones in tight: this album ain't safe for work or polite family functions.
Listen now!
long haired crowley this, duke of hell crowley that, i think the only correct option to hope for is crowley in a kilt:
post-divorce outfit slay that has aziraphale rattling heaven's bars to get back down while we are all having collective aneurysms
Drawn vaguely in the style of: @chernozemm, @dingledraw, @gingerhaole, @gleafer
@goosetooths, @hansoeii, @hg-aneh, @lonicera-caprifolium
@naniiebimworks, @tang5325, and @tweedfeather
Just a fun, silly, "fanart of fanart" thing I did, picking one specific character and emotion and trying to sketch it in the style of a bunch of different artists whose work I enjoy. Boy howdy, that is QUITE a mental workout to imitate eleven different artists. This is like the "eating your vegetables" of art practice except I happen to fucking love vegetables. Also, if I butchered your art style, I'm sorry, I'm an absolute madlad and must be stopped. I adore the work of each artist here and tried to do it some semblance of justice.
Snek tattoo in progress
WIP
Every time I draw a Crowley.
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