🔥 AZIRACROW REN FAIRE AU IS BACK 🪶

Aziraphale, Edinburgh, 1827.

WIP for the Edinburgh sticker set.

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Working on a set of stickers based on S2 E3, I Know Where I’m Going, aka the Edinburgh episode. WIP @goodomensafterdark

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Trying to learn some stylization techniques. WIP

NINE INCH CROWLEY SNIPPET FROM GLEAFER'S PATREON SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP @gleafer is a complete madlad, and I told her I'd give her a shout on socials for making this masterpiece for us NIN fans.

She illustrated this absolutely insanely gorgeous Nine Inch Nails/Good Omens crossover in a shocking, brazen, and obvious attempt to murder me on the 30th anniversary of The Downward Spiral. If you wanna see the whole pic and ALL OF GLEAFER'S ENORMOUS TROVE OF CONSISTENTLY MINDBLOWING WORK, you should throw some fucking money at her on Patreon. it's worth it. I only sub to two Patreons, and hers is one of 'em.

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A little bit of sugar, spice and everything nice.

-Bursts through the doors of the fandom years and years late-

Jaskier is babygirl. I love himb.

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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

Can I be so for realsies for a minute I don't even think Crowley is Masc either (at least in the show). In my heart of hearts he's BUTCH which is a different thing from being A Masculine Straight-Passing Man. Crowley would get called a metrosexual in 2003 for wearing jeans that fit you people are Not going to pretend like he can "pass"

This is A DRAWING. What the actual fuck?

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aziraphale's dream

--------------------------------------- Aziraphale got a Kindle and began reading weird Amazon epub erotica, then started having kinky dreams about Crowley as a naga. HERE I GO PAINTING SNAKE SHIT AGAIN. Painted for the fabulous legal_chipmunk_2095 as part of the GOAD Secret Santa exchange. Chipmunk wanted snakey Crowley and monsterfucking, so I obliged.

snakehandling (or NagaMan and The Snake Toucher) --- --- ---

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.

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Edit to add: this is in the print shop now.

Here are the Sargent portraits that I referenced so that you can see where I drew inspiration for this piece!

Mrs. Hugh Hammersley, John Singer Sargent (1892)

I specifically referenced the rug, giltwood furniture, that little round pillow, and her skintones.

Gertrude Vernon, Lady Agnew of Lochlaw, John Singer Sargent (1892)

Referenced for pose and expression.

Ena and Betty, Daughters of Asher and Mrs. Wertheimer, John Singer Sargent (1901)

The vase!

Lady Helen Vincent, Viscountess d'Abernon, John Singer Sargent (1904)

The hands playing with jewelry, expression.

Milicent, Duchess of Sutherland, John Singer Sargent (1904)

Skintone, colors of the dress and embroidery, expression.

The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit, John Singer Sargent (1882)

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.

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A print of this piece will be up in my print shop on INPRNT!