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Trying my damndest to learn digital oil paint.

Crowley in (an attempt at) the style of John Singer Sargent. Human AU so he has non-snek eyes.

WIP

Father Fell x Crowley in WW2 - Complete!

stunning cover art by @quona!!

Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

Chapter Sixteen, a short but sweet coda to our story that gives a small glimpse into the near future.

It was in May of that year that Germany surrendered. Less than a year after the battle called D-Day that became known as a pivotal point in the war. The day that Ezra Fell first properly introduced himself to Anthony Crowley (he did share his birth surname once, murmured against his lover’s shoulder but they agreed it was a secret between them that never need see the light of day). The day that Crowley saw in Fell something the man had never managed to find in himself and said it out loud. Strength in the softness of him, the unbroken spirit of a man whose faith extended beyond the ineffable and into the heart of every person he met. 

It was a slow but verdant Spring, as though Persephone had been languidly stretching out one limb at a time. They worked the garden together, Crowley in his dark glasses and Fell in a straw hat, looking up to share coy smiles across the unfurling leaves. They washed together after, some days just as leisurely, prolonging the moments of soap--slick contact. Some days they rushed through clean up so they could tumble faster into bed. 

Crowley was unspeakably, incandescently happy. It felt like there was a living sun below his sternum, radiating heat and life, powered by Ezra’s smiles and kisses, by the soft breath against Crowley’s neck as they slept, by hands that unerringly sought his at nearly every private opportunity.

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Read from the Beginning

Part 11!

COME ON ANGEL, I'VE GOT A POINT TO PROVE.

The illustrated smutty one-shot continues. Part 7 of who-the-fuck-knows-anymore. A flashback begins to explain how Az got himself into this situation.

Have the whole panel, Tumblr, as a treat.

Catch the rest on my Patreon, for the NSF+ Tiers.

Crowley be like "I'm finna ruin this man's whole life."

Hambleden R.P. Tyler x Bus Driver, Enemies to lovers slow burn.

I ship it.

Someone please help Karen Tyler's cat tho, it looked so fucking uncomfy with the situation.

Ok, the funniest thing just happened right at the end of The Ineffable Con.

So short, some of us took a trip to Tadfield with like busses and it was all really lovely organized, and we had rented the community building thing, and walked around the village (which really is tiny, like there are 3 streets) and taking pictures of benches and streets and shit, then eat some crepes and hang out in the building.

9pm comes and we get ready to board the busses back, when who rund out and starts shouting, the realy life version of R.P. Tyler.

Like, Im not kidding. Old guy, with a dog and a stick up his ass so far, it's tickling his brain.

He starts yelling how we are to loud and we should leave...while blocking us from leaving.

His shouting seems to attract more people, since people comes out of their houses to watch or yell too. Some are holding dogs or cats, some are saying we are traumatising their pets.

Another person comes and tries to mediate between the villagers and the bus drivers.

Honestly, that was the best ending and they will never know why we found the whole thing so funny.

Uggggh @elizabethrangerart you know how I feel about your gorgeous work but its worth saying again: these are stunning. 😍

The way you've rendered their expressions is so perfectly lovely.

Let there be light

A set of two 🤍

The Lovers

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This is a rare piece for me. I did this tarot card style illustration in traditional media (Prismacolor on art boards) and shipped it to my friend @trebol-negro as a gift! It's huge IRL 12x16")!

My Patreon folks also got the full res lineart of this as a coloring page.

Psst: I post full-sized WIPs, tutorials, exclusive filth, and more on my Patreon.

おー！ これはとてもきれいですね！ クロウリーの髪を見てください！ そして太陽の光！ 美しいアート。

Oh! This is so pretty! Look at Crowley's hair! And the sunlight! Beautiful art.

OF FIRE AND FALCONS A GOOD OMENS RENAISSANCE FAIRE AU

(COMPLETE fic, 15/15 chapters, 54,201 words!) By GOAD's very own smut angel, @cemeteryangel725, who did me the incredible honor of allowing me to make some cover art for her story. Rated EXPLICIT on AO3, no minors, and, as always, MIND THE FUCKING TAGS.

I'll be posting full size portraits of each of Cemetery's wonderful characters in a few days!

@goodomensafterdark

can't stop laughing every time i look at snek Crowley's expression

snek bite snek eye Aziraphale