I've Only Had Prince Of Hell Crowley In My Life For 3 Three Minutes But If Anything Happens To Him...

the rest is silence --------------------------

This is an illustration I did for @thescholarlystrumpet's fic "The Rest is Silence," which you can---nay, you must, go read on AO3. The Rest is Silence on AO3 (Explicit rating, sorry kids)

We did this collaboration as a part of GOAD's (@goodomensafterdark) ongoing Smut Wars so, this is not at all safe for work, but if you wanna risk it anyway, check out the full size under the jump.

I've just been resurrected by Beretziraphale.

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Aziraphale in beret makes me feel alive

Reblogging my own shit like the shameless whore I am.

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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.

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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or

Read from the Beginning

sketches for upcoming pieces

Part 12! This is the end of Act II! Act III is super smutty and thus will be on my Patreon!

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."

look how fucking clean and razor sharp these lines are

LOOK AT THEM 🤯

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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?

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 ^_^)

😈 Love drawing this face 😈