Me? Reblogging My Own Art?

"Scheming" ✨

More ineffable invaders for @quona who was nice enough to commission this piece <3

YOU GUYS (GN)!

I made Crowley's Seeds of Destruction Exotic Plant Nursery & Garden Centre shirt into an actual shirt that you can adorn your meatsuit with! Long and short sleeve because I'm not a chump.

SEEDS OF DESTRUCTION exotic plant nursery & garden centre

Devil's Dyke | South Downs Proprietor | Anthony J. Crowley

@goodomensafterdark LOOK YA'LL I HAVE FUCKIN' MERCH WHAT THE HELL

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

i painted this

hi res art post coming soon to a tumblr blog near you @goodomensafterdark @thescholarlystrumpet

The Rest is Silence - Smut War fic!

art by Quona

Crowley’s hands are bound by a pale tartan bowtie, stretched above his mussed red crown of hair. His chest expands, lungs like bellows, exhaling hot bursts into the air of the empty shop. His jeans were miracled carelessly away to leave him straining in black silk pants. The Angel’s hands have not yet closed around their prize but it twitches in anticipation of their journey. 

Aziraphale’s mouth is busy sucking lewd bruises into Crowley’s lean inner thigh. His thick fingers knead at the tight muscles as they flex, slung over his broad shoulders. The Angel’s shirt is unbuttoned where the tie sat moments before, sleeves rolled to the elbows. He is otherwise comparatively clothed. The bulge below his waist presses insistently, uncomfortably, at the seam of his trousers. But it is an afterthought, a mere distraction. 

The ache of his arousal is an aperitif and the Demon spread out on the desktop is the meal.

READ ON AO3

#please don't take him just because you can :(

Real talk, how many different hairstyles do we think Crowley can have in 90 minutes??

Scarily accurate.

Drawing Crowley

LET'S GO fashion dress-up doll piercings jewellery tattoos accessories nail polish gender all the hair styles no bones questionable facial hair various stages of snake sprinkle some booze and glitter on top yes perfect

Drawing Aziraphale

Meditate. Research. Reverently study his earthly vessel in a humble attempt to apperciate his essence more accurately. Softly, ever so carefully, with utter devotion, knowing no depictions can ever fully capture the angelic traquil of this creature of light

SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE BOOPS

@voluptatiscausa

I'd recognize that silly little curl in his hair anywhere. (This crop is perilously close to being obscene, I tried my best) WIP for @ukcalico!

Psst: I post full-sized WIPs, tutorials, exclusive filth, and more on my Patreon.

long haired crowley this, duke of hell crowley that, i think the only correct option to hope for is crowley in a kilt:

post-divorce outfit slay that has aziraphale rattling heaven's bars to get back down while we are all having collective aneurysms