Help Me, You Tear Down My Reason

the only ship that ever really mattered

@lokitrow

gay 2000s power couple that looks like a straight couple

SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE BOOPS

Part 9! Smugziraphale doesn't know what he's getting into.

The illustrated smutty one-shot continues. Part 7 of who-the-fuck-knows-anymore. A flashback begins to explain how Az got himself into this situation.

Have the whole panel, Tumblr, as a treat.

Catch the rest on my Patreon, for the NSF+ Tiers.

Crowley be like "I'm finna ruin this man's whole life."

Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

Putting proper paint on Little Railed Riding Hood now.

WIP

Laying down some color flats on Crowley for my next piece. Working title: Little Railed Riding Hood

WIP

(p.s. I post full size WIPs and a whole lot more to my Patreon)

Okay, so drawing shameless thirst trap art isn't typically my bag, but it's a bag I'm willing to hold because /r/GoodOmensAfterDark is a wild group of people that inspire me to draw all sorts of things, not just smut. Better yet, I can hold that bag while I work on my absolutely tepid line art skills. I've always eschewed learning proper line art in favor of painting stupid, elaborate, over-worked, over-detailed portraits because that's just the kind of ADHD I have. Simplify form? Me? Pah. But... But it's a skill I need to work on to become a better artist. And the only way to improve artistic skill is to, you know, produce art. Even if I don't feel like it. Even if practicing line art is like sitting quietly at the dinner table and eating my vegetables while my brother is playing the Sega Genesis in the living room already because he likes brussels sprouts.

Hot priest & Fleabag Crowley

i personally think it's so fucking funny that all the gomens artists can't draw aziraphale one to one. like dt/crowley they perfect him instantly, i've never seen a crowley that hasn't looked perfectly like dt. but michael sheen? unknowable. undrawable. he's so shaped and so.... ineffable >:)... that people just have to make up their own interpretations of his face. and it still tracks don't get me wrong! it's still Aziraphale, but it's definitely not one to one with michael boy.

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

boss makes a dollar i make a dime thats why i boop on company time