Warm Up Folks!

Guys, do you know what I didn’t this year? These lovely dtiys. I didn’t finish them because a) I am slug and b) if I haven’t finished one drawing til one week, I never return back to. One or two of them are from previous year, I think. Oh my, I’m such a mess. 

Wish you Happy(er) New Year! /and more finished projects to me haha/

Art belongs to amazing @whiteleyfoster @ovfanart @ami-v-dragnire​ and birbteef

A tilt of the chin, a delicate pad of a finger lifting it up ever so gently.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“You. I’m thinking of you, always.”

A rustle of sheets, someone is turning onto their side, sitting up against the antique headboard.

“No, really. As sweet as that is...”

“I’m serious,” he says in earnest, brows lifting to prove it.

“I believe you,” he laughs, and fingers are dragged up and down a chest, across a sternum, bare skin tingling under the tender caresses.

“Good. Because I wouldn’t know how else to get you to do that.”

Someone leans down to kiss plush, swollen lips, matched by the state of their own, both sore from kissing and much, much more. There’s another shift then, someone straddling the other under the sheets, a comforting weight upon a corporeal body, and an arm is reaching to the nightstand for a cigarette.

“Want one?”

“No, my dear, I think I’d rather keep tasting you instead.”

There’s the sound of another, quicker kiss, and then the dry filtered end is pressed between two wetted lips, hanging haphazardly until it’s gripped between pearly whites.

“Hold still-“

Someone disobeys only by grazing his palms down the warm chest in front of himself, and is greeted by the sight of a miracled lighter, a thing small and silver and engraved with a script in Latin: Your fire burns bright in my soul.

“Oh- you’re so daft-“

“If I’m daft then you are too.”

“I never said I was smart.”

Two stupid grins mirror each other, and the lighter is flicked open to reveal its strong flame, which is very carefully brought closer to the lover’s lips against the packed end. It glows along with the lover’s eyes, and then there’s another click as the lighter ceases its temporary existence.

The sound of a long, steady inhale matches the calm, almost-impossibly-slow breaths of the other being, and soon smoke is curling out of the lover’s mouth and nose as he plucks the cigarette from his teeth. It’s a lace, a fog that’s sweet and heavy that circles around the two lovers themselves, moving with the hand that clutches the smoke itself to travel the lungs of the other. Shared breath, shared aftermath, shared bodies, shared meaning.

“C’m’ere,” one says, breathing out more lace.

“I already am,” the other insists, but his eyes crinkle as he’s invited closer to the flesh of his lover, cheek finding cheek, hand finding hair that matches flame.

“Let’s sleep tonight.”

“But, my love, I’m already living the dream.”

Folks, we are getting a slightly (no fuck Sherlock) heated there. Smutty smutty chapter 8 is waiting on AO3 and you need to read this. You need.  You REALLY do. This is my far more boldly drawing I ever did, but I don’t regret anything! I have a great time to work on this particular piece and this amazing fic would be updated much sooner, because elf wrote it ages ago and I read it that day and did a sketch, but you know, sometimes stuffs happen.

The rest of pict you can find in fic (no nudes, I promise), though everybody knows this was going to happen I don't want to take all the fun of reading ♡

I KNOW THE FIC AT FIRST SIGHT!

You had no idea but today I read this particular fanfiction and OHHH I feel it in my bones. Gosh, that pose and look in face. AHH

The stem of the wineglass Aziraphale’s hand snaps cleanly in two, but no one seems to hear it—every eye in the room is trained on the redheaded dancer sashaying to the gleaming silver pole, centre stage for all to see.

Oh, Aziraphale thinks faintly. Good lord.

This is a snippet from No Church in the Wild by @contraststudies ! Ever since I came across this story, the imagery captivated mevand I knew I had to illustrate it !!

Bianca, you’re the best and I want you to know how much I appreciate you ❤🧡💛

Full image on my AO3 (now in two colour versions)

I cant resist first quick sketch, made with love

My holidays officially started today (yay!) and I got up without an alarm clock instead of someone particular. I know how hard it is, but you can do it! Wake up Crowley and go to hug your husband.

Two great lawyers, former schoolmates, meet after a long separation to argue the case for and against a Tennessee science teacher accused of the crime of teaching Darwin's theory of evolution. But can political enemies still be friends after such a time?

Inherit the wind/Good Omens crossover coming soon in AO3! Collab with amazing @indigovigilance for the @do-it-with-style-events Silver Screen Bang!

I wouldn't say it better, thank you I'm going to be sentimental. Thanks to everyone from the kindest fandom I ever be part of, you're making amazing job.

When I read fanfiction or look at art, I fall in love again and again in so so many ways with them. Every. Damn. Time.

I've seen lots of fans remark on how wonderful it is that the Good Omens fandom leaves space for such diverse interpretations of the characters and story. So many of us find different ways to see ourselves in Aziraphale and Crowley, whether that's our identities or experiences or interests...

But for me this goes beyond just having space for different fans' preferences. What amazes me about this fandom is that I adore and resonate with so many seemingly conflicting interpretations of Aziraphale and Crowley's story, and I think lots of others do too. I'll read a fic in which they've been together romantically for 6000 years and it makes as much sense to me as one in which they get together after thwarting the apocalypse, and of course I'll love a queer platonic take on their relationship just as much. I read fics in which they are asexual and I'm like "yeah, exactly!" on the same day that I'll savor a tender and sexy PWP fic. I've read and seen them portrayed as every experience of gender identity and been like "yup, that's them (and I see myself in that too)". I've read different takes on how they experience human mental health or neurodiversity and they all resonate. I've read fics where Aziraphale's kisses burn like holy water and I'm thinking, "of course that is what would happen"; fics where angel kisses turn to freckles ("obviously"); then I'll read a different interpretation where kisses are just soft and human and that makes perfect sense too.

What's amazing about this experience is that I don't recall feeling this way about previous fandoms and ships. With other ships I tended to have a singular narrative in my head about "how it would be", and beyond AUs I felt like the fandom kind of did too. Maybe that's because I'm older now, but I don't think it's just my age... this fandom is fundamentally queerer and more pluralistic.

The way that the Good Omens fandom invites us all to hold multiple different headcanons and interpretations without them feeling "conflicting" is amazing. It's a beautiful expression of plurality, empathy, and fluidity that itself reflects a rather queer and feminist way of seeing the world. And that's lovely. What if we saw more of the real world that way, with room for gray area and nuance? Letting two conflicting things be true at once, just like Crowley and Aziraphale integrate darkness/light? Like them, we're conditioned to think about binary options and "two sides". Like them, we can inspire each other to see life more fluidly than that, while also taking a firm stand for something we believe in.

A bit later art for Chapter 2  of wonderful fic In My Veins by @zadusk​​

Or do you wanna cry? Have you cry enought this day? Go, let them tear and go read (if you have’t yet), please. I love every word, every chapter (it’s complete!) and it truly deserves more attention.