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I think I did a hell of work this year! I was pretty surprised that I really drew at least one piece every month :D and also how much my style has changed and how many different technics I tried. It feels good and there is still a lot of to learn!

Thanks to everyone who inspired me, encouraged me and helped me to draw these silly bois again and again. I never thought I could do this and I hope next year will be as productive as previous. 

I hope you all had Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! ^^ I totally forget to post art for another chapter of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine, so sorry! As readers probably know, our bois couldn't keep their hands off each other for 5 minutes at a time, but nobody wasn’t surprised (me neither). What dorks they are and thanks God the kids don’t resemble their fathers/uncles and are much more smarter then them.

Hi everyone and especially @starryfull13​ ! I made this art for you as a Gift Exchange event by @do-it-with-style-events and I hope you will like it ^^ At the beginning I wasn’t sure which of prompts I was going to draw until I started and these two came up itself. It’s also my first attempt to draw Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis and I hope I captured them well (high heels are very impractical in garden, angel). Thank you for joining to this event, I had a great time to draw them!

By the way, I’d like to think Aziraphale has a history with crumpled birds more than we all thought and that he is completely terrible with them even he loves all living creatures on Earth. Also, you never know the birds will fall from the sky when you are pretendring to know how to replant hydrangeas.

Good Omens Sketches!

lmao imagine the initial shock of seeing a meteor shower for the first time and thinking that it’s the Almighty casting out your creations as another act of rejection

Made this after I was in a reading slump and read lots and lots Good Omens fanfics.

So please enjoy another piece of our favorite ineffable husbands to make 2021 a bit better.

These guys deserve their picnic.

Today is the end of exclusivity of @days-of-their-lives-zine and I can share my short fancomic about Crowley, the softiest of softies. 

When I saw this old olive monster tree, I got the idea of its origin - the olive branch. And who knows which particular creature can helped that little twig to grow its first roots? Because I very much know which one. And I bet one clever angel knew it at spot as well.

Biggest thanks to @elfontheshelves for writting letter from mysterious A. You are my savior! (click for better quality)

Just two dudes chillin in the kitchen Vol 2 Here we go folks, this chapter gonna be VERY hot-blooded but sweet and soft, as always. These two morons in love give me so much happiness in my life. Hope everybody could be so happy, content and comfy like they are right now, right here. Elf, you bloody brilliant writer, keep write please (smut or not, just keep) you are doing great ♡ P.S. they are nekkid

There was someone at the door. 

Not at all unusual for a Tuesday at 9 AM on a busy street in Soho, it was a work day after all, but it was perhaps a bit unusual for him— because he’d been asleep. 

He still was not quite used to the habit of it: the strange languidness of muscles that had lain mostly inert for any number of hours, the peculiar bit of dream sand in the corner of his eyes, the genuinely unholy amount of heat radiating from the body that had been mashed up next to him.  And there was a body— long, lean, twisted into an abstract sculpture in the sheets until only a mussed crop of brilliant red hair poked along the edge of the pillow. 

He still wasn’t used to it. He wasn’t certain if he’d ever be. 

“Crowley,” he whispered, because if there was one thing he was certain of it was that Crowley was not a demon who liked to be woken up. “I have to go downstairs,” he added, because he was also a demon who did not like to wake up alone. 

The sheets shifted, as though a serpent rather than a human was beneath them. 

“It’s too early.”

“It is past 9,” he murmured, tugging on a pair of trousers. “And besides, there is someone ringing the door.”

“I can make them disappear.” 

Aziraphale shrugged into his housecoat, buttoned up his shirt. 

“That won’t do, my dear. We don’t even know who it is.”

A pair of sleepy golden eyes regarded him from the scant light in his bedroom. Opalescent. As if they emitted their own light, or were somehow highly reflective, like a cat’s. 

“Your hair looks like a haystack.”

Aziraphale raised a hand on instinct, to tame it into something professional.

“No,” Crowley said, sitting up. “I like it.”

The sheets flipped back and Crowley was there, beneath them, suddenly and without preamble. And even though Aziraphale had been fully aware of that fact, surely— he had at some point been mashed up against him, many times, in different configurations of sleep— it was still something of a shock. No expensive jacket. No indecently tight denim. Those articles had been hung neatly on the back of a chair, the same chair where his own clothes had spent the night. 

He still wasn’t used to it. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be. 

“You can stay,” Aziraphale said, and hoped that the colour in his cheeks was not wholly visible in this little light. “Go back to sleep.”

But of course Crowley could see in the dark. 

“A stranger comes to the door and you want me to stay in bed? Let you wrestle books out of their hands all on your own? Not a chance.”

He stepped into jeans the colour of shadow, pulled up a shirt from somewhere in the firmament. 

“Let’s go ruin this person’s day.” 

“Fiend,” Aziraphale sighed, beneath his breath, full of fondness. 

“Angel,” Crowley replied, and meant it.

And as their shoulders kissed on the way down the stairs, Aziraphale figured he might not ever get used to it, but he’d be grateful all the same. 

4:00 pm

sunday afternoon plans, at the usual spot

prints available here, an addition to my growing GO print roster haha.. i’ll be at rose city comic con in portland with this and a few other pieces on 9/13!

Heya, happy news everyone!  Chapter 9 of It never hurts to keep looking for a sunshine!! There gonna be some very nice and silly moments which I utterly adore (bless you @elfontheshelves​). Just two guys chillin in the kitchen, really. Hope you all had a great time on TIC and please enjoy new chapter! I promise you will as I do ♡

WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT

A Good Omens Telegraph AU - Read on AO3

Rating: Explicit (No Archive Warnings) Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Telegraph AU, Long-Distance Relationship, Telegraph Sex, I can’t believe I might be the first to use this tag, Making Love, Wound tending if you squint, Frostbite, Self-indulgence level 9000+, Body Worship, I have written this thing for myself but you can read it too, Bathing together as one of the top 3 levels of intimacy, Biblical references and reinterpretation, Questioning one’s faith, First Meetings, First Kiss, First Time, POV First Person, POV Aziraphale (Good Omens), Alternate Universe - War

Excerpt:

Do you remember, my darling, the early days when there were just fingers and air and sounds – a rhythmic beeping in the day, a frantic answer in the night? The orange glow of lamps. Coding and decoding. Choosing the words carefully, never too many, but always enough.

Notes: Thanks a trillion times to @mllekurtz and @shout-cast, my two wonderful and excellent betas and precious friends who helped me get this word stew ready. This would have never been possible without you. You’re the best!!! 🧡

He’s back!

Crowley's back on his witchy shit! 💛

Aziraphale very nearly twinkled over his pasta as he licked the final remnants of its rich sauce from the tines of his fork. Enraptured by the flick of his pink tongue, Crowley watched helplessly and feigned boredom.

Across the restaurant, a chair scraped against the tiled floor. Crowley reluctantly looked away from Aziraphale's pleased expression as they both turned toward the clatter. The man at the table slipped from his seat to kneel at his date’s feet, ring in hand. His fingers trembled. The gem sparkled. The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. She nodded frantically and shoved her hand in his direction. Yes! Yes. Of course, yes.

The couple laughed, flustered, as the patrons at other tables and a few pedestrians on the street clapped. Aziraphale joined in. Crowley didn’t.

“How lovely!” Aziraphale smiled, radiating a pure joy Crowley had to squint at even behind his sunglasses.

“He spent all his wages on that little bauble, I’d bet. Bit of a waste.”

“Love is never a waste, my dear.”

Of course Crowley privately agreed. Of course he did. He'd already sacrificed more in the name of love. He was never sure how much Aziraphale understood, but with the secretive, knowing glance he was receiving from across the table, Crowley suspected it was a great deal indeed.

Heart pounding, Crowley flagged a waiter for the dessert menu and sent a bottle of bubbles to the newly engaged couple's table. Aziraphale, now with dessert in sight, grinned impossibly wider, warm as sunshine. Crowley basked, snake that he was.

Just want to say that people are kind and good and thank fuck for them.

This is such a sweet idea! And the art!! Love love love ♥️

After the NotPocalypse, Crowley grows birds of paradise. He claims it's because he just digs their resemblance to his current hairstyle, but Aziraphale read in a book once that they symbolise joy, freedom, and liberty. And whenever the angel sees them, he feels flashes of Crowley's love.

liberty (noun):

1. the state of being free within society from oppressive restrictions imposed by authority on one's way of life, behavior, or political views.

2. the power or scope to act as one pleases.

Someone wise once told me that unfinished art is an artform in itself. 

I had started to draw this DTIYS in July and what time is it now? Shame on me, I made any progress till this day but I decided to share it with you nevertheless and because I tried new style and had a GREAT time and… why not? 

I like it in that raw state itself. 

I hope you like it too.

@ran196242 I made it for you, thanks for your astonishing art and comics, you’re doing amazing job ♡ 

P.S. I’d like to think the painter wasn’t eat, none of them. The painting is not finished yet, coz bois do not follow the human time and they like to pose in front of artists. Their love is timeless after all.

I don't see any single difference. Still a bit of bastard and nice person.

Seen around these Reverse Crowley and Aziraphale arts and wanted to do my own take on it ✨ So here they are - Demon Aamon and Angel Rafael 🖤

You can find these as full size printable images or get them as prints, but Tumblr currently hates me so the link is in Instagram bio 👌

I love the little details of every one of kisses, like look how Ashtoreth hidding their lips (they just whispering), or or or man-bun Crowley putting away his glasses or Aziraphale tugging his goatee. And I absolutely adore the way you draw their faces, oh, they have the most expressive eye lids I’ve ever seen.

ok hear me out… the episode 3 cold open, but aziraphale and crowley kiss in every time period (plus a few more)

Folks, we are getting a slightly (no fuck Sherlock) heated there. Smutty smutty chapter 8 is waiting on AO3 and you need to read this. You need.  You REALLY do. This is my far more boldly drawing I ever did, but I don’t regret anything! I have a great time to work on this particular piece and this amazing fic would be updated much sooner, because elf wrote it ages ago and I read it that day and did a sketch, but you know, sometimes stuffs happen.

The rest of pict you can find in fic (no nudes, I promise), though everybody knows this was going to happen I don't want to take all the fun of reading ♡

I saw a lot of fanart (falling in love on a daily basis, believe me), a lot of gorgeous art and this... My head and my heart can’t absorbe the beautifulness of this piece. Look at this bloody handsome snek!

Crowley is gorgeous in a way that defies reason. Not "in spite of being a demon," or in some kind of demonic or angelic way, he's just... himself. Something even better.

I had a really hard times for last weeks. My laptop was in servis, three times a month (don’t even talk about price), I was struggling with offices (still I am but some things are solved at least), with lack of job offers in my profession (did I say I quite job), and many many other things that many people probably suffer from too, but sometimes it’s just too much. When I received another bad news, mum took me to the bookshop (actually she dropped me there, my sweet dear mum, I love her).

I haven’t been in a bookshop for years.

I bought three books, one for me and two for my siblings - Christmas is coming and who knows when I'll be able to go shopping again.

I bought Good Omens. Precisely after 30 years it’s finally translated to my language and I didn't hesitate for a second. I can’t stop staring at my small collection and smiling and feeling a little better.

(why the fck is the book getting bigger and bigger)

(the bigger bright book is that new one and the blue 24 yrs younger one is half the size, I swear)

Do you do commissions for other fandoms?

Thanks for question! Actually I've never made any commissions before, but I would like to do. It depends on which fandom are you asking for. No big deal, really, I like many of them (although not so visibly unlike Good Omens) but I'm affraid if I don’t know characters at all, I would have a problem to capture them properly and you wouldn’t like it and that means a lot to me. Just ask and try me! I’m very curious which fandom you have in mind 😊

Hola, the exlusivity period for @aceomenszine​ is over and I can finally share my piece! It’s my second entrance to GO zines and I am very proud to be part of this special one 💜

The HANDS almost killed me (everything is about hands and it’s a rule) and I might have a thing for knees. And hands. Obviously. Thanks again for having me!

HEY! Look look I am here too 😊 *patting my own shoulder*

A snippet of my very little baby comic for this amazing zine! There are so so so many gorgeous and lovely works, trust me.

What could Crowley be reminiscencing when looking at the postcard? This incredible art is provided by @siskey in collaboration of @elfontheshelves who provided the postcard’s text !

Do you know that feeling when you are working on some new piece and you are having great time and flow and then you stop (for whatever reason) so you go back to drawing another day but you feel like every new line, stroke of brush is BAD and WRONG and suddenly you hate your work, you close the file and fall into depression and repression and everything. When some time pass (for example a month or in my case a year) you can look again on that piece and you say to yourself: oh, wow, it's still good and I like it and I really could finish it now. Then you open it and froze and think: oh no, I forgot what brushes I used, forgot the idea, my style changed and I am a different person with a different taste and I can't do it, what was I thinking and suddenly you hate it and myself and everything

circle of life