Quona - Share A Cigarette With Negativity

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

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

BOND GIRL AZIRAPHALE🔥 🖤🔥🖤🔥🖤🔥

they like roleplay :) <3

so close to finishing firespinner!Crowley's full character shot for @cemeteryangel725's Ren Faire AU, Of Fire and Falcons. wip

Can I be so for realsies for a minute I don't even think Crowley is Masc either (at least in the show). In my heart of hearts he's BUTCH which is a different thing from being A Masculine Straight-Passing Man. Crowley would get called a metrosexual in 2003 for wearing jeans that fit you people are Not going to pretend like he can "pass"

of fire and falcons - aziraphale (aka falconer daddy beardziraphale) --------------------------------- OH HO! I finally finished one of the full character portraits for @cemeteryangel725's lovely Renaissance Faire AU fic, Of Fire and Falcons (rated E on AO3, mind the tags!), for which I also did this cover art, which you may recall:

full res detail shots below the jumppppppp

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY LOOK AT THIS TATTOO I DREW

sketch/light test & color test i'm back on my bullshit again, painting complicated lighting for Arabian Nights themed femAziracrow

work in progress

So.... uh. -scuffs shoe-

There's one thousand of you now.

Do you guys wanna make some beaded friendship bracelets together or something?

Maybe get some rad matching jackets?

Or forehead tattoos of a baphomet?

Anyway, thanks to each and every 1,002 of you for hitting "Follow."

I wish I had fancy new art to offer you to commemorate this momentous occasion, but I don't, so instead here's a run of everything I've posted because it's neat to see how much I've improved in the EIGHT MONTHS (IT'S ONLY BEEN EIGHT MONTHS?????) that I've been making art full time.

Hambleden R.P. Tyler x Bus Driver, Enemies to lovers slow burn.

I ship it.

Someone please help Karen Tyler's cat tho, it looked so fucking uncomfy with the situation.

Ok, the funniest thing just happened right at the end of The Ineffable Con.

So short, some of us took a trip to Tadfield with like busses and it was all really lovely organized, and we had rented the community building thing, and walked around the village (which really is tiny, like there are 3 streets) and taking pictures of benches and streets and shit, then eat some crepes and hang out in the building.

9pm comes and we get ready to board the busses back, when who rund out and starts shouting, the realy life version of R.P. Tyler.

Like, Im not kidding. Old guy, with a dog and a stick up his ass so far, it's tickling his brain.

He starts yelling how we are to loud and we should leave...while blocking us from leaving.

His shouting seems to attract more people, since people comes out of their houses to watch or yell too. Some are holding dogs or cats, some are saying we are traumatising their pets.

Another person comes and tries to mediate between the villagers and the bus drivers.

Honestly, that was the best ending and they will never know why we found the whole thing so funny.