LOOK AT THIS ART OF ME! LOOK AT IT!

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

compelling concept design for s3

Aziraphale is eating cake and Crowley is *eating cake* (off-screen for the purposes of this WIP and also so that I don't get banned from Tumblr)

WIP

(I poat full-sized WIPs on my Patreon!)

I'm just out here doing the lord's work.

gotta appreciate the dedication gomens artists have to giving fem aziraphale absolute bazongas, tig ole biddies if you will

is it so wrong of me to want all three seasons of The Witcher to be re-shot to focus solely on Geralt and Jaskier?

and also for it to be significantly gayer???

i just want monster-of-the-week with Geralt and Jaskier plodding around the Continent bitching at each other like an old married couple and giving each other sponge baths with maximum sexual tension, thanks. i mean plot is cool or whatever, but i could take it or leave it.

i'm gonna have to do some Geraskier fanart soon to assuage my yearning, clearly

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!

My favorite souvenir so far from my trip to London to attend The Ineffable Con 5. @theineffablecon

Found at Henry Pordes Books Ltd.

We've boop each other a long time. We've boop on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always boop on you. You could always boop on me.

[…]

And I would like to boop...

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."

me @ unsuspecting tumblr users blogging in peace