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Saturday progress on my current Ineffable Wives WIP.
The wives
Look how adorable these shades are!
hello good omens fandom
*throws fanart and runs away*
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?
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.”
Jesus christ how did this happen?!
I'd like to thank my mom and dad, god, the Dark Council of Vegans, every place I've ever been fired from, that guy that cut me off on the interstate last week, the haters in the comments, my cats, and, most of all, you.
"don't need a lover, you need an animal" Rockstar Crowley based off of Damiano ❤️🔥
My dear friend @trebol-negro sent this beautiful little portrait of me along with a print of a piece that she painted for our art swap earlier this year -- naga for naga.
Trébol painted this incredible Naga!Crowley (uncensored and VERY NSFW version on AO3, here) for me:
...and I painted this for Trébol (uncensored and ALSO very NSFW version on my Patreon, here):
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BOTH OF THESE PIECES OF ART, TREBOL, ILU.
like eight stages of doneness all in one WIP
🏡south downs paint progress (fuck burlap all the homies hate painting burlap)
❤️ Inking and coloring my early comic panels.
As always, the full shebang is on Patreon.
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