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the rest is silence --------------------------

This is an illustration I did for @thescholarlystrumpet's fic "The Rest is Silence," which you can---nay, you must, go read on AO3. The Rest is Silence on AO3 (Explicit rating, sorry kids)

We did this collaboration as a part of GOAD's (@goodomensafterdark) ongoing Smut Wars so, this is not at all safe for work, but if you wanna risk it anyway, check out the full size under the jump.

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SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE BOOPS

A speedpaint I did for a couple of fantastic Redditors over on /r/GoodOmensAfterDark. The request was David Tennant as a an elf from LOTR. I humbly present to you: Davidriel.

Working on the Rennies again

WIP

Of Snowbirds and Hearthstones, a Ren Faire AU, Explicit on AO3, by @cemeteryangel725

Just another day in the fandom.

Just reblogging my own art like a fucking weirdo because Crowley's snake tattoo wigging out makes me laugh.

UNRULY DEMON? Try Dr. MacFells LAUDANUM tincture! Guaranteed to knock his ass out. Detail shots after the jumppppppppp ⬇️

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NINE INCH CROWLEY SNIPPET FROM GLEAFER'S PATREON SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP @gleafer is a complete madlad, and I told her I'd give her a shout on socials for making this masterpiece for us NIN fans.

She illustrated this absolutely insanely gorgeous Nine Inch Nails/Good Omens crossover in a shocking, brazen, and obvious attempt to murder me on the 30th anniversary of The Downward Spiral. If you wanna see the whole pic and ALL OF GLEAFER'S ENORMOUS TROVE OF CONSISTENTLY MINDBLOWING WORK, you should throw some fucking money at her on Patreon. it's worth it. I only sub to two Patreons, and hers is one of 'em.

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A little bit of sugar, spice and everything nice.

Father Fell x Crowley in WW2 - Complete!

stunning cover art by @quona!!

Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

Chapter Sixteen, a short but sweet coda to our story that gives a small glimpse into the near future.

It was in May of that year that Germany surrendered. Less than a year after the battle called D-Day that became known as a pivotal point in the war. The day that Ezra Fell first properly introduced himself to Anthony Crowley (he did share his birth surname once, murmured against his lover’s shoulder but they agreed it was a secret between them that never need see the light of day). The day that Crowley saw in Fell something the man had never managed to find in himself and said it out loud. Strength in the softness of him, the unbroken spirit of a man whose faith extended beyond the ineffable and into the heart of every person he met. 

It was a slow but verdant Spring, as though Persephone had been languidly stretching out one limb at a time. They worked the garden together, Crowley in his dark glasses and Fell in a straw hat, looking up to share coy smiles across the unfurling leaves. They washed together after, some days just as leisurely, prolonging the moments of soap--slick contact. Some days they rushed through clean up so they could tumble faster into bed. 

Crowley was unspeakably, incandescently happy. It felt like there was a living sun below his sternum, radiating heat and life, powered by Ezra’s smiles and kisses, by the soft breath against Crowley’s neck as they slept, by hands that unerringly sought his at nearly every private opportunity.

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