DOUBLE WIP!

Control, a Good Omens Of Fire and Falcons oneshot by CemeteryAngel725

I was SO SO thrilled to be paired with @bea-n-art for the @goodomensafterdark Spring Fling Kink Sling! We were assigned orgasm control and latex, so here's a smutty little peek into the married life of fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale. You can also catch Bean's amazing art on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/beatenossart! And make sure to click through to the fic to see the full-length version of this art - it is so hot that Tumblr wouldn't let me post it!

Rated E (obviously), 2,142 words

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

They’re back!

After a dismal opening weekend at their local Renaissance Faire, Crowley asks Aziraphale for some help with letting it all go. Aziraphale gives it to him in the best way he knows how.

Excerpt (slightly edited because this fic is filthy):

Crowley shuffled forward and laid his cheek on Aziraphale’s thigh, bracketed by his husband’s knees, nestled against his warm bulk. Aziraphale reached out to stroke his hair, brushing the scarlet strands behind his ear before rubbing a broad hand under his aching jaw. Crowley’s body was clamoring for some sort of relief, but he ignored it, content to breathe in Aziraphale’s scent, one hand wrapped around his ankle.

Aziraphale only let them rest for a moment. “Up here now, my love. I want you on my lap.”

My darling spouse minted this on a fucking coin, like a totally normal person does. That's a completely normal thing to do.

Just a silly fluff sketch.

blood of a reptile, just underneath the skin

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DRAMA!CROWLEY, ACTIVATE!

So we meet here again, in front of another flaming-as-anything-ginger Crowley. We can't keep doing this, you know. People will talk.

More info and hi res under the jumpppppppppppp.

I wanted to try my hand at a standalone portrait of Crowley before I jump back into what will inevitably be another Aziracrow portrait---I'm thinking 1920s theme. Flapper Crowley & Aziraphale? But that's for another time.

I wanted to try grey scale under-painting in digital art. A success, I hope? I'm pretty happy with the portrait (for now, give it a week and I'll hate everything about this painting, happens every time!)

I struggled a bit on the eyes in this piece. I normally paint straight color to canvas, so I have a method to my madness with painting eyes. Not so, here! This was new territory. I'm not 100% satisfied, but that just means I need more practice.

ALSO, GOLGOTHA HAIR WITH A BRAID WHAT WHAAAAAT

And because I learned how to paint snake scales for the last portrait, I decide to reprise that theme and torture myself again keep practicing them, this time with iridescence. I wanted to keep the scales low-key, though, almost as if they're just emerging or maybe the viewer caught a momentary glimpse of scales through the veil to an ethereal occult plane. Additionally, I wanted some good creepy claw hands with long fingernails (big fan of creepy, me) for a proper demonic manicure.

About: All digital, all Photoshop. Orig. 7200 x 5400 px. ~1 week of off-and-on painting. Title is taken from Reptile by Nine Inch Nails because I guess I'm still naming art after 30 year old albums? Is this a thing I do, now?

...and if so, can you imagine what I'll have to draw to use lyrics from Hurt in the title?

No I cannot stop talking about Good Omens, it’s load bearing in my therapeutic toolbox.

Those babies got what they had coming.

Exposing @quona

They told me they didn’t care that I broke my elbow

the art gallery

ineffable husbands

the rest is silence | help me, you tear down my reason | will you please complete me blood of a reptile, just underneath the skin | vavoom | aziraphale's dream

ineffable wives

to my quietly dreaming garden | valentines 2024 | valentines 2024 pt ii

#my art: see all my work here

Of Fire and Falcons Podfic

So, today is my one year anniversary of publishing podfics and I could not be more thrilled to be launching this project, which is also my 60th work on AO3!

Huge thanks to @cemeteryangel725 for creating this story and bringing us these characters. I love these horny Rennie boys so much.

Awkward wink and bisexual finger guns to @quona for the custom podfic cover. Your original art for this takes my breath away and I'm so so grateful for your time to make the podfic cover.

And last but not least, a huge shoutout to my podfic collaborator in crime @shipper-of-all-things (aka Cowie_podfics) for agreeing to do this with me. I know we have to literally overcome the curvature of the Earth to make this happen my friend, but it's worth it and I enjoy working with you so much.

Today I have the first five chapters to share and I'll post another 5 per week for each of the next three weeks. I do hope you'll give it a listen!

Listen Here

Also give some love to the original fic if you haven't already. And if listening isn't your thing, do yourself a favor and read it.

Read Here

Another one in the Of Fire and Falcons family of visual artists!

Control, a Good Omens Of Fire and Falcons oneshot by CemeteryAngel725

I was SO SO thrilled to be paired with @bea-n-art for the @goodomensafterdark Spring Fling Kink Sling! We were assigned orgasm control and latex, so here's a smutty little peek into the married life of fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale. You can also catch Bean's amazing art on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/beatenossart! And make sure to click through to the fic to see the full-length version of this art - it is so hot that Tumblr wouldn't let me post it!

Rated E (obviously), 2,142 words

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

They’re back!

After a dismal opening weekend at their local Renaissance Faire, Crowley asks Aziraphale for some help with letting it all go. Aziraphale gives it to him in the best way he knows how.

Excerpt (slightly edited because this fic is filthy):

Crowley shuffled forward and laid his cheek on Aziraphale’s thigh, bracketed by his husband’s knees, nestled against his warm bulk. Aziraphale reached out to stroke his hair, brushing the scarlet strands behind his ear before rubbing a broad hand under his aching jaw. Crowley’s body was clamoring for some sort of relief, but he ignored it, content to breathe in Aziraphale’s scent, one hand wrapped around his ankle.

Aziraphale only let them rest for a moment. “Up here now, my love. I want you on my lap.”

GO READ THIS FIC INSPIRED BY MY ART, PLS, IT'S GREAT

Original: don't fret precious, i'm here

@goodomensafterdark

Aziracrow Birthday Fic for Quona!

Here's a brand spanking new fic for the one and only @quona for their birthday (yes I know I'm a little late, shhh!)

It's based off of their own fantastic artwork which you can see here

Title: I'm Here 

Words: 8.5k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Crowley awakens from an awful dream to discover that Aziraphale had not in fact left him again, and was actually right there next to him in bed. Aziraphale tries to reassure him, but some wounds take more than just time to heal, if only Crowley could tell his angel what he needs.

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