I'd Recognize That Silly Little Curl In His Hair Anywhere. (This Crop Is Perilously Close To Being Obscene,

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Shamelessly reblogging my flapper fem aziracrow because I was looking at this painting last night and thinking how adorable Aziraphale is. This is one of the paintings I'm most proud of.

i have brought her laughing (to my quietly dreaming garden) ------------------------------ The scene: A smoky, velvet-lined speakeasy smudged carelessly somewhere in the pocket of a roaring, glittered New York City, 1924, nighttime. Prohibition is on, but the law books never really dissuade anyone from getting a drink, not if they know where to go. It sure as Hell doesn't stop Crowley from taking her Angel out for a drink, because Aziraphale wanted one. And hey, it's the jazz age, Crowley knows where to get weed again.

This painting is one half of a collaboration I did with my dear friend @thescholarlystrumpet, who wrote a fantastic companion piece on AO3 (Rated M, mind the drug use tag).

“I got something else to liven up your final night in town. If you’re feeling a little… daring.” Crowley looked sidelong at Aziraphale and arched one penciled-on brow. Aziraphale wiggled happily and slid off the stool to sidle closer, until her head was practically on the Demon’s bare shoulder. “Do tell.”  Crowley tried not to shiver as she could feel the Angel’s breath against her heated skin, smell the heady potpourri of perfume, wine, and a pinch of ethereal sweat, taste it on her (currently unforked) tongue. She held up the expertly rolled joint between two fingers accented by red painted talons. “It’s been a very long time, I think, since we really… indulged.” Turning her head just so, nearly nose to nose with her friend. “Don’t you think we’ve earned it?” “Why, you wicked temptress,” Aziraphale murmured, her voice low and slightly breathless, sly smile belying any hint of admonishment. 

full size and detail shots after the jump

Oh wow, the sheer sleeves of C's shirt are WONDERFUL (and the buttons on the cuff!)

AND THEIR EXPRESSIONS

AND C'S LIL HAIR SWOOP

AND LONG CLAW-LIKE NAILS.

So gorgeous!

@goodomensafterdark

me and my partner saw you from across the pub and we did not dig your vibe

↓ Close up below ↓

✨Tinker Fell ✨

WIPs and process stuff for snakehandling Pose sketch

Anatomy/detail sketch

Light test

Betterer anatomy sketch (prep for line art)

Paint process WIPs

Line art

creepy hands and exclamation points always get a reblog from me 🖤🖤🖤

A very much not serious piece of cover art that I made for my illustrated smutty one-shot.

Parts 1-6 (pure filth) are on my Patreon. Previews of Parts 1-6 are posted here. The publicly posted flashback that attempts to apply a thin veneer of plot to this porn are here: Parts 7, 8, and 9

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...

just performing a some light reblog necromancy to remind everyone of

Aziraphale's Softcore Porn Notebook

if i am to ever know just One (1) single thing about the Mysterious Unwritten Sequel, i simply want to know This: Why Was Aziraphale Watching That Softcore Porn Movie. Neil Gaiman Dear Gawd Why

You will have to wait until I tell that story. If I ever do.

Although I’m not sure that I’d put that bit in, because cheap hotels no longer have boxes on their televisions that give you exactly two minutes of pay per view tv before they make you pay. Which would mean that I’d write an entire book, or make an entire TV series, and you wouldn’t have Aziraphale’s porn notebook in it. Which would be sad.

I MADE UR FICS BETTER @naromoreau AND UR JUST JEALOUS THAT I GOT MORE EXPOSURE ON THE SUPERIOR PLATFORM KNOWN AS WATTPAD THAN U GET ON AO3

Exposing @quona

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