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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.

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this is sooooo dope, OP 🔥🔥🔥

Demon days but real

BOND GIRL AZIRAPHALE🔥 🖤🔥🖤🔥🖤🔥

they like roleplay :) <3

I've only had Prince of Hell Crowley in my life for 3 three minutes but if anything happens to him...

Stunning, gorgeous work, OP.

The War Ahead - Bleeding Heart

So it begins...

(I will never draw another wing ever again > immediately proceeds to plan another feathered piece)

Season 3 of good omens

creepy hands and exclamation points always get a reblog from me 🖤🖤🖤

This is among the loveliest things anyone has ever said about my art, thank you so much.

In addition to painting brainrot smut, I've been sewing for almost 30 years. I've made and altered a LOT of structured undergarments in pursuit of fantasy and historic costuming. I made my first cosplay of Xena: Warrior Princess at age 7, handsewn and made of old sheets and towels with aluminum foil over cardboard circles for rivets, lmao. After I could -actually- sew I started recreating clothes from the 1900s-1940s, which of course meant learning to sew foundation garments like stays, corsets, and bras.

Az's lingerie in this painting is based on a style from the ~1940s, though the decorative lace details I added are ahistoric and total fantasy. I just have a weird passion for lace motifs.

It's wonderfully fulfilling when two of my all-time, lifelong special interests dovetail as they did here and someone else notices. 🖤

Ineffable Wives Part II: The Smuttening MY KILLING BLOW for the Smut Wars.

@goodomensafterdark, it's been a lot of fun.

another sketch for an upcoming piece

what is this?

TOP HATS?

MUTTONCHOPS?

COULD IT BE?

@goodomensafterdark because I know that means you'll see this, G.

i will not paint a tartan kimono

i will not paint a tartan kimono

i will not paint a tartan kimono

wip

Reblogging my very first Gomens art as I approach 500 of you lovely people choosing to follow my art blog here on the hellsite. This is the piece that started this whole saga.

I love each and every one of you as if you were my own blorbos.

help me, you tear down my reason

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This is my ransom note to Neil Gaiman love letter to the ineffable idiots and the Gomens fandom. There will undoubtedly be more because I caught the brain rot so bad.

More info and high res below the jump.

Scaly semi-snek flaming-like-anything-ginger freckled Crowley because why not? I wanted to mess around with a very pale, slightly creepy color palette for skintones, so this was a good exercise. And anyway, I could draw DT's glorious swan-like neck every day for the rest of my life and never grow weary of it.

Michael Sheen's nose --hell, his profile in general--will be my undoing. He is SUCH a challenge to draw, which I adore. I used quite literally 4x the references for 'Zira than for Anthony Janthony.

About: All digital, all Photoshop, baby. Orig. 4483 x 5391 px. ~2 weeks of off-and-on painting when I got tired of my work art. Title is taken from Closer by Nine Inch Nails because I pretty much exclusively listened to The Downward Spiral on repeat while I worked on this piece, because that's the kind of angsty teenage headspace I'm in??? I'm fucking 34 years old, I thought I was past this.