It Must Be A Good Omen!

Look at that masterpiece, please.

My huge Good Omens poster artwork, inspired by Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here album cover.

Yes, I am very into “Aziraphale&Crowley smoking”. Never get bored of this.

Aziraphale is looking for his book of matches because he doesn't want to use Crowley's lighter.

They're taking a smoke break, since Heaven and Hell are Non Smoking Areas.

I love them your honor!

i may not have the 💸 💸  to watch good omens or the time to do a proper illustration but i DO have a great deal of nostalgia and a lot of this type of doodle on hidden layers on all my projects

the Design Concept for crowley is ‘not sure if he has too many bones or not enough bones but its certainly an incorrect number of bones and he shouldnt be allowed to bend them that way’, the concept for aziraphale is ‘Soft Bastard’

Ineffable Wives

Hello dears! You know what? What is happening? Chapter 5 of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine is on the air!! 

When I first read this chapter, I was demolished by strong feelings about this particular scene (then I had to, I must to draw them). And you’ll be too, I’m pretty sure.

I cannot say how much I adore this fic and the loveliest author, can’t. @elfontheshelves  you are the best!

Oh.My.God

oh, the places we’ll go!

(it’s been a year since i watched this show with @knightenchantrex. here’s a painting for you! 💖)

I love the little details of every one of kisses, like look how Ashtoreth hidding their lips (they just whispering), or or or man-bun Crowley putting away his glasses or Aziraphale tugging his goatee. And I absolutely adore the way you draw their faces, oh, they have the most expressive eye lids I’ve ever seen.

ok hear me out… the episode 3 cold open, but aziraphale and crowley kiss in every time period (plus a few more)

Bildad the Shuhite is workin' 9 to 5!

Hi everyone and especially @starryfull13​ ! I made this art for you as a Gift Exchange event by @do-it-with-style-events and I hope you will like it ^^ At the beginning I wasn’t sure which of prompts I was going to draw until I started and these two came up itself. It’s also my first attempt to draw Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis and I hope I captured them well (high heels are very impractical in garden, angel). Thank you for joining to this event, I had a great time to draw them!

By the way, I’d like to think Aziraphale has a history with crumpled birds more than we all thought and that he is completely terrible with them even he loves all living creatures on Earth. Also, you never know the birds will fall from the sky when you are pretendring to know how to replant hydrangeas.

Hello! Not the promised angst, but I needed to cheer myself up today, so here’s some cuteness, a touch of emotional hurt, and a soft ending.

(CW for discussion of drunken shenanigans, after the fact, extremely mild.)

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The moment Crowley woke up, he knew something was wrong.

Even with his eyes closed – the room smelled too dusty, the air too dry. The pillows were too soft, the sheets nowhere near Egyptian cotton, and he was burrowed under a blanket that was thicker and heavier than anything he owned. It was comfortable, but it was wrong.

There was also someone moving nearby, footsteps treading softly near the bed.

Old instincts activated, bringing him from drowsy to alert in less than a second, without changing his posture in any way. Let the intruder think he still slept. He pictured the layout of his room, the distance to the door, the exact spot of the fancy lamp on his bedside table. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but it should buy time. He’d need to roll over, it was behind him, and from the sound of it the intruder was…inside…the wall?

Pressing his face into the pillow, Crowley slowly cracked open one eye.

The wall was much farther away than he remembered, and the room much brighter, and filled with bookshelves, and…

“For Ssssssomeone’s sake, Angel,” he groaned, sitting up. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Aziraphale turned from where he was sliding books onto a shelf, blinking innocently. “I’m terribly sorry, did I wake you?”

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