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

Hi! I love your cosplay style! If you don’t mind answering, where did you find the leather waistcoat?

Thank you! I sewed the waistcoat myself because I couldn't find a suitable pre-made option.

FWIW, there it is, front and back, for anyone who might like to take a crack at making their own.

The leather is lambskin. The red material is bemberg lining fabric in Raspberry from Mood Designer Fabrics. The buttons are lambskin covered buttons. All the panels (leather and bemberg) are two layers, so the waistcoat is essentially reversible if it weren't for the cincher and buckle in the back (iirc the buckle came from Tandy Leather).

The pattern for the vest is a heavily modified version of this one, on Etsy.

Just another day in the fandom.

I'm just out here doing the lord's work.

gotta appreciate the dedication gomens artists have to giving fem aziraphale absolute bazongas, tig ole biddies if you will

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.

LOOK AT THIS ART OF ME! LOOK AT IT!

My dear friend @trebol-negro sent this beautiful little portrait of me along with a print of a piece that she painted for our art swap earlier this year -- naga for naga.

Trébol painted this incredible Naga!Crowley (uncensored and VERY NSFW version on AO3, here) for me:

...and I painted this for Trébol (uncensored and ALSO very NSFW version on my Patreon, here):

You can find Trébol on: Tumblr | Instagram | AO3 | Ko-Fi

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BOTH OF THESE PIECES OF ART, TREBOL, ILU.

おー！ これはとてもきれいですね！ クロウリーの髪を見てください！ そして太陽の光！ 美しいアート。

Oh! This is so pretty! Look at Crowley's hair! And the sunlight! Beautiful art.

happy Valentine’s Day!!

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