Ineffable Wives - Blog Posts

there's a very thin line between bodyguard boyfriend and trophy wife and Crowley is balancing on it like a goddamn funambulist

I adore the scars and the snakiness of merCrowley's shape! And Merziraphale's HANDS!

Beautiful, OP.

@goodomensafterdark the goblins will probably like this one.

It's mermay so here, have the ineffable Wives not be actual mermaids but you know it's in the spirit

OP these are so soft and pretty and lovely I could spontaneously combust. 🔥🔥🔥

THIS ART NEEDS MORE EYEBALLS TO PERCEIVE IT. @goodomensafterdark look, look with your special eyes!

“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love”

(I love drawing them gay ^_^)

Oh holy shit, OP, this is stunning. What an illustrator you are!

Lesbiaziracrow

scribbling in color

lineart for, you guessed it, another femCrowley. so on-brand for me.

work in progress

lineart for, you guessed it, another femCrowley. so on-brand for me.

work in progress

A Lover’s Dance 🐍🪽

one thousand and one nights ----

LOOK AT ALL THESE FABRICS I PAINTED (faint sobbing in the background) This piece is for the Good Omens Minisode Minibang, wherein my lovely author, Dashicra (@ineffableomenshusbands) wrote a WONDERFUL fanfic of femAziracrow in the world of Arabian Nights that I encourage you to all go read right this instant. (Rated M, nothing kinky but, as always, mind the tags)

Full size and detail shots after the jumpppppppppppppppp ⬇️

This is among the loveliest things anyone has ever said about my art, thank you so much.

In addition to painting brainrot smut, I've been sewing for almost 30 years. I've made and altered a LOT of structured undergarments in pursuit of fantasy and historic costuming. I made my first cosplay of Xena: Warrior Princess at age 7, handsewn and made of old sheets and towels with aluminum foil over cardboard circles for rivets, lmao. After I could -actually- sew I started recreating clothes from the 1900s-1940s, which of course meant learning to sew foundation garments like stays, corsets, and bras.

Az's lingerie in this painting is based on a style from the ~1940s, though the decorative lace details I added are ahistoric and total fantasy. I just have a weird passion for lace motifs.

It's wonderfully fulfilling when two of my all-time, lifelong special interests dovetail as they did here and someone else notices. 🖤

Ineffable Wives Part II: The Smuttening MY KILLING BLOW for the Smut Wars.

@goodomensafterdark, it's been a lot of fun.

Ineffable Wives Part II: The Smuttening MY KILLING BLOW for the Smut Wars.

@goodomensafterdark, it's been a lot of fun.

Happy (early) Valentine's Day from me and the Ineffable Wives This piece is for the lovely @orangejuiceinmyshoe for the GOAD Valentines Swap!

Yes, Crowley's tattoo is sunning itself on her forearm.

@goodomensafterdark

messy sketchy ineffable wives

working out some poses and composition for another upcoming piece

do i post anything but wips at this point?

Absolutely stunning, OP. Ineffable wives fill my Sapphic heart with glee.

Lately I've been living just for them

based on this twitter post

https://twitter.com/CE0ofFURINA/status/1742958819624591453?t=TOoM78Znq3vvMEDH_RogVg&s=19

Oh someone got our poem reference, @thescholarlystrumpet !

For anyone interested, the title of my flappers painting comes from a beautiful poem, "For the Goddess Too Well Known", by Elsa Gidlow, a British-born Canadian-American poet who published the first openly lesbian book of poetry in North America in 1923 (!), titled On A Grey Thread.

For the Goddess Too Well Known

I have robbed the garrulous streets,

Thieved a fair girl from their blight,

I have stolen her for a sacrifice

That I shall make to this night.

I have brought her, laughing,

To my quietly dreaming garden.

For what will be done there

I ask no man pardon.

I brush the rouge from her cheeks,

Clean the black kohl from the rims

Of her eyes; loose her hair;

Uncover the glimmering, shy limbs.

I break wild roses, scatter them over her.

The thorns between us sting like love's pain.

Her flesh, bitter and salt to my tongue,

I taste with endless kisses and taste again.

At dawn I leave her

Asleep in my wakening garden.

(For what was done there

I ask no man pardon.)

i have brought her laughing (to my quietly dreaming garden) ------------------------------ The scene: A smoky, velvet-lined speakeasy smudged carelessly somewhere in the pocket of a roaring, glittered New York City, 1924, nighttime. Prohibition is on, but the law books never really dissuade anyone from getting a drink, not if they know where to go. It sure as Hell doesn't stop Crowley from taking her Angel out for a drink, because Aziraphale wanted one. And hey, it's the jazz age, Crowley knows where to get weed again.

This painting is one half of a collaboration I did with my dear friend @thescholarlystrumpet, who wrote a fantastic companion piece on AO3 (Rated M, mind the drug use tag).

“I got something else to liven up your final night in town. If you’re feeling a little… daring.” Crowley looked sidelong at Aziraphale and arched one penciled-on brow. Aziraphale wiggled happily and slid off the stool to sidle closer, until her head was practically on the Demon’s bare shoulder. “Do tell.”  Crowley tried not to shiver as she could feel the Angel’s breath against her heated skin, smell the heady potpourri of perfume, wine, and a pinch of ethereal sweat, taste it on her (currently unforked) tongue. She held up the expertly rolled joint between two fingers accented by red painted talons. “It’s been a very long time, I think, since we really… indulged.” Turning her head just so, nearly nose to nose with her friend. “Don’t you think we’ve earned it?” “Why, you wicked temptress,” Aziraphale murmured, her voice low and slightly breathless, sly smile belying any hint of admonishment. 

full size and detail shots after the jump

This isn't really a timelapse, more of a collection of my WIP shots from the Flappers painting.

You can very clearly tell where I got frustrated with Crowley and repainted her.

I JUST HAD TO MAKE A SEPARATE POST TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE SEES HOW CUTE THIS AZIRAPHALE I PAINTED IS, OKAY. Crowley gave Aziraphale that headband to wear, because that's what the Starmaker does -- gives her Angel a halo of stars.

i have brought her laughing (to my quietly dreaming garden) ------------------------------ The scene: A smoky, velvet-lined speakeasy smudged carelessly somewhere in the pocket of a roaring, glittered New York City, 1924, nighttime. Prohibition is on, but the law books never really dissuade anyone from getting a drink, not if they know where to go. It sure as Hell doesn't stop Crowley from taking her Angel out for a drink, because Aziraphale wanted one. And hey, it's the jazz age, Crowley knows where to get weed again.

This painting is one half of a collaboration I did with my dear friend @thescholarlystrumpet, who wrote a fantastic companion piece on AO3 (Rated M, mind the drug use tag).

“I got something else to liven up your final night in town. If you’re feeling a little… daring.” Crowley looked sidelong at Aziraphale and arched one penciled-on brow. Aziraphale wiggled happily and slid off the stool to sidle closer, until her head was practically on the Demon’s bare shoulder. “Do tell.”  Crowley tried not to shiver as she could feel the Angel’s breath against her heated skin, smell the heady potpourri of perfume, wine, and a pinch of ethereal sweat, taste it on her (currently unforked) tongue. She held up the expertly rolled joint between two fingers accented by red painted talons. “It’s been a very long time, I think, since we really… indulged.” Turning her head just so, nearly nose to nose with her friend. “Don’t you think we’ve earned it?” “Why, you wicked temptress,” Aziraphale murmured, her voice low and slightly breathless, sly smile belying any hint of admonishment. 

full size and detail shots after the jump

slowly

slowly

slowly

i paint an aziraphale

and a crowley

work in progress

Saturday progress on my current Ineffable Wives WIP.

Work in progress

Fem Aziraphale with 🌟actual line art🌟

I FINALLY DID IT!!!

(Yep, it's good omens "fan" (ahhaha i'm obsessed) art)

"An Omen", 50x70.

Ideal mixed media: oil and my personal favourite - acrylic markers.

It's fem!Aziraphale and Crowley.

A little bit of detail...

Two feathers, black and white, as a reference to the series (and to Crowley and Aziraphale as a demon and an angel).

Aaand, of course, my hand to compare the size.

just some nonbinary bitches being lesbians 🙏

oh, but can you imagine what they could have had?

a starmaker bubbling over with joy, a demon questioning god on the walls of eden. a being who fell in love with an angel, fearing heaven and hell but fighting them anyway because that's what is right, what is decent. because that is who he is.

that demon would have spoken 'i love you' out-loud to his angel as soon as he heard humans using it. that crowley would have loved openly, unashamed, willing to stand between aziraphale and their worlds.

but aziraphale couldn't do any of that, and so he carried the weight of his silence on his shoulders because there is nothing worse than loneliness, is there? i love him, we're not alone, it has to be enough.

eventually, he thought, he will be able to stand hearing me say it. that day never came, and what happened?

a demon who hides behind sarcasm and pretence because he learned that is how the world, how aziraphale, wants him. a demon that never speaks of his true feelings, a demon that never admits to love, a demon that submits to an angel's will because he cannot lose him, because he refuses to lose him, no matter how high the price.

finally, he thought that day. finally i can tell him. finally we can stop pretending, finally I can stop hiding.

then aziraphale accepted an offer and after six thousand years of hoping for more, he lost it all instead.

Here's my ineffable wives art!

They have my whole heart🙏

My little angels I've done a thing. The first frame is the original drawing, which I will color and post soon enough. The gif is an after thought. It's not well made, but I hope you'll like it anyway. Also, please note that my end goal was to show the pure adoration these two have for one another. I hope you can see it. Also, can I say that I'm extra proud with Crowley's looks? He looks stunning if I can say so myself. (Also in my mind this happens after the show, they just went to alpha centauri for a picnic and wanted to have the same look as when they first met 💙)

I just want//need// a fanfiction with the ineffable husbands/wives, so sweet and tender that i just wanna die. right now. thanks

Good Omens S2 Incorrect Quotes 2

Nina: I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.

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Nina: I'm not funny, I'm just really mean and people think I'm joking.

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Crowley: So jellyshish-

Nina, laughing: JELLYSHISH!?

Crowley: You know what I meant!

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Maggie: Made you all playlists!

Maggie: Nina, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Maggie: Crowley, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Maggie: And Muriel has the ABBA Gold album.

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Crowley: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

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Crowley: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Nina: You and me!

Crowley: *tearing up* Ok.

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Crowley: Nina likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

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Maggie: Today, Muriel said a swear word, so Nina said that they were going to wash Muriel's mouth out with soap. Muriel replied, “It’s okay, I like the taste of soap”. Turns out, they’ve been putting soap on their lips to blow bubbles.

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Crowley: *raises eyebrows*

Nina: Put those back down!

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Nina: Don’t be sad!

Crowley: Why not?

Nina:

Nina: I don’t have a good answer.

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Crowley, to Muriel: Please, picking locks is my specialty.

Crowley: *throws a brick through the window*

Crowley: Okay, let’s go.

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Crowley: While I'm gone, you're in charge Muriel.

Muriel: Yes!

Crowley, whispering to Maggie: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad.

Maggie: Obviously.

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Nina: Do you need help getting up?

Crowley: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

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Crowley: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.

Nina: What hints have you given them?

Crowley: Well, I think about them a lot.

Crowley: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

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Nina: How would you like your coffee?

Crowley: As dark as my soul.

Nina: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

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Maggie: You know what your problem is?

Crowley: I only have one?

Good Omens S2 Incorrect Quotes 1

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Nina, with Muriel and Maggie behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Nina: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Nina: Crowley FUCKING FELL OFF!

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Crowley: *coughs blood*

Nina: Don't die, Crowley!

Crowley: Don't tell me what to do!

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Aziraphale: We have to plan, we have to figure something out.

Crowley: Aziraphale, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

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Crowley: I’m a masochist, not a loser.

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Muriel: Hello, I'm Muriel. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.

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Jim: Do we have any orange juice left?

Crowley: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*

Crowley: Sorry, we’re all out.

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Aziraphale: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Crowley: AS ENEMIES?!

Aziraphale:

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Maggie: One time I went to hand Nina a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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Crowley: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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Aziraphale: That sounds like a terrible plan.

Crowley: Oh, we've had worse.

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Muriel: Where are you going?

Crowley: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

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Nina: Are you drinking enough water?

Crowley: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Maggie: Why are you drinking?

Crowley: I drink when I'm depressed.

Maggie: But you're always drinking?

Crowley: *smug grin*

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Crowley: I’m not mad, I just need to know why you two had a fake ID.

Muriel: *Incoherent mumbling*

Crowley: Huh?

Muriel: …You need to be 18 to hold the puppies at PetCo.

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Crowley: My gender is in a constant state of flux.

@iswear-imnot-12 did some gorgeous fan art for a fic of mine over on Ao3. It is gorgeous, and I wanted to say thank you!

I just read this amazing good omens fic by @theangelwithawand and had to make a fanart!

This is a 1926 flapper Crowley;

Here are some of my favorite parts:

And my references:

If u liked, please go read it!

I can’t with these reviews:

- “Indulgent, Romantic, and an Ineffable delight”

- “The Sweetest Love Story This Side of Heaven”

- “A lovey-dovey shipper’s delight”

Like, these last hours are killing me!!!!