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“So, I’ve got a question,” Adam said slowly, in the way Aziraphale had come to quite nearly dread. It meant the boy had been thinking, which was a very good thing, of course; but it also meant the question was likely to be of the uncomfortably acute sort that adults of all kinds, human, angel, or demon as they might be, disliked having to answer. The sort that made one feel rather like, well, Adam, the first one, right after the bite of apple but before he’d found himself a convenient leaf.

Quite precisely, Aziraphale set his book aside and slipped his spectacles from his nose, folding in their temples and tucking them with care into the pocket of his jacket. In the cottage’s kitchen, he could hear Crowley bustling about, putting together the tea things; oh, they could always miracle up an afternoon tea, yes, but Aziraphale did think it was so much nicer to have the real thing. And wasn’t it lovely that Crowley agreed?

He smiled at the boy, who was, after all, not quite exactly human. (Oh, they’d handled the thing with his father, of course, but had anyone taken the mother’s heritage – or even her identity? – into account?) “Yes, Adam?” he prompted.

“Right. Only, you’re an angel, right?” said Adam, his mop of muddy-gold curls flopping over his ears in a way which made Aziraphale’s fingers itch for scissors.

“If that’s your question, young man…” Aziraphale said, trailing off in that slightly forbidding way common to schoolteachers of a certain ilk the world over.

“No. I mean, yes. Sort of?” Adam said. “Only, there’s these magazines, the ones Anathema reads? She lets me read them too, when she’s done with them, and there’s this one that’s all about angels….”

“Ah,” Aziraphale sighed. “You mustn’t believe everything you read just because it’s been written down, Adam,” he said, well aware of the irony. “People do write the most astonishing tosh at times.”

“The magazine said there were sorts of angel,” Adam continued, a bit stubbornly. “What sort are you?”

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Hey all, remember when I said I’d never do another picture-fic because I don’t have photoshop and it’s straight up the devil’s work? Yeah, I lied. 

someone give me validation this took forever 

Discredit - Excerpts from A.Z. Fell and Co.’s Yelp Page 

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Love our Rennies so much.

Here's all the Rennie art I've done so far, for those of you that need any further convincing to go read Cem's work...

THE RENNIES DO KINKTOBER: Final Roundup

Can’t believe I made it to the end! When I first had the idea to do a few of the Kinktober prompts in my extended Of Fire and Falcons universe, I was thinking of keeping all of my entries under 1000 words and doing maybe ten of the prompts. 20 chapters and 55K words later, that’s obviously not what happened! But I’ve really enjoyed this as a writer, jumping around the timeline, writing rarepairs and new character POVs, developing my semi-OC characters, and trying out new moods and styles. If you’ve been along for the ride with me, thank you so much for reading! But if you haven’t taken a peek yet, I hope you give these stories a chance.

Here’s the final crop of stories:

22: skipped

23/Masturbation (Furfur): After an evening watching Aziraphale and Crowley in action, Furfur needs some time to himself.

24/Danger/Helplessness (Crowley/Eric): After a month on the road in very close quarters, tensions between Crowley and Eric come to a head.

25/Feeding/Food Play (Aziraphale/Crowley): When Crowley prepares a sensory dinner for Aziraphale, things take an unexpectedly emotional turn.

26: skipped

27: skipped

28: Cuckold (Aziraphale/Crowley/Ten/Fourteen): Crowley steps out for the night, and Aziraphale waits for him to return.

29: skipped

30: skipped

31: Creator’s Choice: Polyamory (Aziraphale/Crowley/Ten/Fourteen): Aziraphale and Crowley invite Chris and Matt to visit them at home for the first time. Oh yeah, this is an 8400-word sequel to Special Guest Stars, and you know what’s in it.

To catch up on the rest of the stories in this series, head on over to AO3!

Thank you so much to Cowie, Ring, Ghosty, Garo, Joy, and TV for sticking with me through this journey. Your support means the world to me.

And thank you to @quona for the amazing art, as always!

And now I definitely need a nap.

🔥 AZIRACROW REN FAIRE AU IS BACK 🪶

WIP for the cover art!

The sequel to Of Fire and Falcons, Of Snowbirds and Hearthstones, by the wonderful @cemeteryangel725, already complete and posted on AO3 (🔞 Rated Explicit, bbs, mind the tags as usual)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57736057/chapters/146939065

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

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

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.

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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Just bought my ticket to The Ineffable Con!

I look forward to seeing you all there!

🔔We are delighted to announce that The Ineffable Con 5 is live for booking!🔔

For the first time, The Ineffable Con will be fully hybrid, with the in person convention being held in a picturesque English village close to Tadfield (more commonly known as Hambleden!), for an optional Sunday night outing!

You can find out more about both in person and virtual attendance in our FAQs and you can book for both options here: https://www.theineffablecon.org.uk/event-directory/

Surviving the Angst War just to live to see the Smut War is like living through WWI just to get drafted in WWII.

Art by the ridiculously talented @vavoom-sorted-art

THE SMUT WAR IS COMING Jan. 8th! (cumming? No coming. Why not both?)

The decadent and delightful artists and writers of @goodomensafterdark are having a war party that everyone can get behind (or on top of, however you like!).

It’s a creative bonanza of the best kind! You’ll be fed WELL, so join us while we titillate each other with art and fanfics about our favorite duo (and possibly trio! Quadruples? EVERYONE??)

Don’t forget to hydrate. It’s going to be HOT.

That moment when you read a story and it sets the bar so high that it's hard for you to read other stories from the same ship.

And because I like my life to be harder, I made a mini comic for my next collab for Reverse Bang. Echoes of an Angel was written by amazing @gwenstacyismyicon , and you should give it a shot! Or her other works ♡ I wish there would be more from this AU, because oh boy, we went soo crazy with ideas! And, honestly, I would love to read and draw more of Crowley's piece of art. (please click/tap on the picture to see more details, preview is quite blurred)

This is the first sketch. It took me about 30 mins and I still can't believe anybody wanted to write a story based on it :D

Just two dudes chillin in the kitchen Vol 2 Here we go folks, this chapter gonna be VERY hot-blooded but sweet and soft, as always. These two morons in love give me so much happiness in my life. Hope everybody could be so happy, content and comfy like they are right now, right here. Elf, you bloody brilliant writer, keep write please (smut or not, just keep) you are doing great ♡ P.S. they are nekkid

There was someone at the door. 

Not at all unusual for a Tuesday at 9 AM on a busy street in Soho, it was a work day after all, but it was perhaps a bit unusual for him— because he’d been asleep. 

He still was not quite used to the habit of it: the strange languidness of muscles that had lain mostly inert for any number of hours, the peculiar bit of dream sand in the corner of his eyes, the genuinely unholy amount of heat radiating from the body that had been mashed up next to him.  And there was a body— long, lean, twisted into an abstract sculpture in the sheets until only a mussed crop of brilliant red hair poked along the edge of the pillow. 

He still wasn’t used to it. He wasn’t certain if he’d ever be. 

“Crowley,” he whispered, because if there was one thing he was certain of it was that Crowley was not a demon who liked to be woken up. “I have to go downstairs,” he added, because he was also a demon who did not like to wake up alone. 

The sheets shifted, as though a serpent rather than a human was beneath them. 

“It’s too early.”

“It is past 9,” he murmured, tugging on a pair of trousers. “And besides, there is someone ringing the door.”

“I can make them disappear.” 

Aziraphale shrugged into his housecoat, buttoned up his shirt. 

“That won’t do, my dear. We don’t even know who it is.”

A pair of sleepy golden eyes regarded him from the scant light in his bedroom. Opalescent. As if they emitted their own light, or were somehow highly reflective, like a cat’s. 

“Your hair looks like a haystack.”

Aziraphale raised a hand on instinct, to tame it into something professional.

“No,” Crowley said, sitting up. “I like it.”

The sheets flipped back and Crowley was there, beneath them, suddenly and without preamble. And even though Aziraphale had been fully aware of that fact, surely— he had at some point been mashed up against him, many times, in different configurations of sleep— it was still something of a shock. No expensive jacket. No indecently tight denim. Those articles had been hung neatly on the back of a chair, the same chair where his own clothes had spent the night. 

He still wasn’t used to it. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be. 

“You can stay,” Aziraphale said, and hoped that the colour in his cheeks was not wholly visible in this little light. “Go back to sleep.”

But of course Crowley could see in the dark. 

“A stranger comes to the door and you want me to stay in bed? Let you wrestle books out of their hands all on your own? Not a chance.”

He stepped into jeans the colour of shadow, pulled up a shirt from somewhere in the firmament. 

“Let’s go ruin this person’s day.” 

“Fiend,” Aziraphale sighed, beneath his breath, full of fondness. 

“Angel,” Crowley replied, and meant it.

And as their shoulders kissed on the way down the stairs, Aziraphale figured he might not ever get used to it, but he’d be grateful all the same. 

Heya, happy news everyone!  Chapter 9 of It never hurts to keep looking for a sunshine!! There gonna be some very nice and silly moments which I utterly adore (bless you @elfontheshelves​). Just two guys chillin in the kitchen, really. Hope you all had a great time on TIC and please enjoy new chapter! I promise you will as I do ♡

WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT

A Good Omens Telegraph AU - Read on AO3

Rating: Explicit (No Archive Warnings) Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Telegraph AU, Long-Distance Relationship, Telegraph Sex, I can’t believe I might be the first to use this tag, Making Love, Wound tending if you squint, Frostbite, Self-indulgence level 9000+, Body Worship, I have written this thing for myself but you can read it too, Bathing together as one of the top 3 levels of intimacy, Biblical references and reinterpretation, Questioning one’s faith, First Meetings, First Kiss, First Time, POV First Person, POV Aziraphale (Good Omens), Alternate Universe - War

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Do you remember, my darling, the early days when there were just fingers and air and sounds – a rhythmic beeping in the day, a frantic answer in the night? The orange glow of lamps. Coding and decoding. Choosing the words carefully, never too many, but always enough.

Notes: Thanks a trillion times to @mllekurtz and @shout-cast, my two wonderful and excellent betas and precious friends who helped me get this word stew ready. This would have never been possible without you. You’re the best!!! 🧡

Aziraphale very nearly twinkled over his pasta as he licked the final remnants of its rich sauce from the tines of his fork. Enraptured by the flick of his pink tongue, Crowley watched helplessly and feigned boredom.

Across the restaurant, a chair scraped against the tiled floor. Crowley reluctantly looked away from Aziraphale's pleased expression as they both turned toward the clatter. The man at the table slipped from his seat to kneel at his date’s feet, ring in hand. His fingers trembled. The gem sparkled. The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. She nodded frantically and shoved her hand in his direction. Yes! Yes. Of course, yes.

The couple laughed, flustered, as the patrons at other tables and a few pedestrians on the street clapped. Aziraphale joined in. Crowley didn’t.

“How lovely!” Aziraphale smiled, radiating a pure joy Crowley had to squint at even behind his sunglasses.

“He spent all his wages on that little bauble, I’d bet. Bit of a waste.”

“Love is never a waste, my dear.”

Of course Crowley privately agreed. Of course he did. He'd already sacrificed more in the name of love. He was never sure how much Aziraphale understood, but with the secretive, knowing glance he was receiving from across the table, Crowley suspected it was a great deal indeed.

Heart pounding, Crowley flagged a waiter for the dessert menu and sent a bottle of bubbles to the newly engaged couple's table. Aziraphale, now with dessert in sight, grinned impossibly wider, warm as sunshine. Crowley basked, snake that he was.

Folks, we are getting a slightly (no fuck Sherlock) heated there. Smutty smutty chapter 8 is waiting on AO3 and you need to read this. You need.  You REALLY do. This is my far more boldly drawing I ever did, but I don’t regret anything! I have a great time to work on this particular piece and this amazing fic would be updated much sooner, because elf wrote it ages ago and I read it that day and did a sketch, but you know, sometimes stuffs happen.

The rest of pict you can find in fic (no nudes, I promise), though everybody knows this was going to happen I don't want to take all the fun of reading ♡

Just one word: FINALLY

Can’t stop thinking about them and this moment. My heart still singing, my hands shaking, my head empty. Soft soft bois, as I am. And Merry Christmas to everyone!

Chapter 7 of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.

Heyyy, here is new picture of two morons, for new chapter of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine and I dare to quote my dear friend and author of this fic @elfontheshelves: Aziraphale must be completely blind cause that is the look of a completely smitten man. Yes, it is. He is fucked. Welcome to cool mornings, warm hands and scarfs, and unexpected but endearing meetings. Lot of fluff and fun, I promise, I melted at the spot. 

Hello dears! You know what? What is happening? Chapter 5 of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine is on the air!! 

When I first read this chapter, I was demolished by strong feelings about this particular scene (then I had to, I must to draw them). And you’ll be too, I’m pretty sure.

I cannot say how much I adore this fic and the loveliest author, can’t. @elfontheshelves  you are the best!

A bit later art for Chapter 2  of wonderful fic In My Veins by @zadusk​​

Or do you wanna cry? Have you cry enought this day? Go, let them tear and go read (if you have’t yet), please. I love every word, every chapter (it’s complete!) and it truly deserves more attention.

These yellow eyes will hunt me for a days.

I haven't read it yet, but I can say it would be the great manifest of two amazing creators. I am on my way babe.

Chapter two of @naromoreau and stevie's Noir au is up!

I've done 4 pieces for this one, the other three are embedded in the fic. Mind the tags.

Chapter 4 is on the air and good night storytelling can start!

I can’t help myself, I love these two so so much (Dog as well) and their soft moments. Send love and kudos to my dear @elfontheshelves, the author of this fic and my best muse.

Yeah, I gave up to draw all stars on the bed sheets.

Hey, I did art for Chapter 3 of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine and forgot to post it! Two weeks ago guys, so I hope you already have read it, but if not, please consider to change your mind and read it. Now. A little less fluffy chapter, but I can’t spoiler ;) Look at fussy angel and Warlock the hellspawn - he walks in his father shoes, don’t you think? And @elfontheshelves is going to post next chapater on this Friday! Yay!

Hello! Not the promised angst, but I needed to cheer myself up today, so here’s some cuteness, a touch of emotional hurt, and a soft ending.

(CW for discussion of drunken shenanigans, after the fact, extremely mild.)

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The moment Crowley woke up, he knew something was wrong.

Even with his eyes closed – the room smelled too dusty, the air too dry. The pillows were too soft, the sheets nowhere near Egyptian cotton, and he was burrowed under a blanket that was thicker and heavier than anything he owned. It was comfortable, but it was wrong.

There was also someone moving nearby, footsteps treading softly near the bed.

Old instincts activated, bringing him from drowsy to alert in less than a second, without changing his posture in any way. Let the intruder think he still slept. He pictured the layout of his room, the distance to the door, the exact spot of the fancy lamp on his bedside table. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but it should buy time. He’d need to roll over, it was behind him, and from the sound of it the intruder was…inside…the wall?

Pressing his face into the pillow, Crowley slowly cracked open one eye.

The wall was much farther away than he remembered, and the room much brighter, and filled with bookshelves, and…

“For Ssssssomeone’s sake, Angel,” he groaned, sitting up. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Aziraphale turned from where he was sliding books onto a shelf, blinking innocently. “I’m terribly sorry, did I wake you?”

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Hi there!

The best thing about Reverse Bang is the opportunity of catching sight of writer’s wips or whole bloody chapter ahead!  When I read the little of second chapter first, I was completely done (still I am) and I got a fit of inspiration by one particular scene. There they are, our favourite ineffable idiots. I love them and so do you.

Chapter 2 of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by amazing @elfontheshelves 

anyway sure sure we laugh but they really did spend six thousand years in love and terrified about it and i think in the post-armageddon world like. the absence of terror is the terrifying thing. having spent so long looking over each shoulder and slipping past each other in the dark, trying to find each other now in the light–how unsettling that must be.

how devastatingly difficult that must be. 

to reach for his hand and have to remind each other that it’s okay. to lead each other through the first stumbling paces of a slow dance and have to take a breather to swallow back the panic. it’s okay, they tell each other, again and again, trembling fingers on pale faces. it’s okay.

but even immortal beings change and grow and learn, and there is hope here, in this repetition, in this reassurance. it’s okay, it’s okay. crowley initiates a hand-hold one late april night, slipping his hand over aziraphale’s on the table, and aziraphale does not take his hand away. it’s okay, it’s okay. aziraphale sits next to crowley on the sofa one mid-june morning, handing him a cup of coffee, and crowley leans in against him. it’s okay, it’s okay. in september they kiss, all gasping breath and brushing lips, but neither of them draws away.

i love you, aziraphale says, in december. he says it quietly, but not because he’s afraid of who might hear. he says it gently, because crowley needs gentle things still, sometimes. after lifetimes and lifetimes of fear and hurt and ragged optimism, crowley deserves gentle things sometimes.

crowley is quiet for a long time, swirling the wine in his glass. then he sets the glass aside, takes off his sunglasses, and looks at aziraphale with wet eyes. do you ever miss heaven? he asks.

aziraphale shakes his head. no.

do you regret what happened? crowley presses. do you ever think about going back?

no, aziraphale answers.

if i—if i didn’t love you back, he says, choking on the words a little, would you go back to them?

aziraphale sets his glass aside too, and gets to his knees in front of crowley, taking his hands, pressing his lips to the knuckles. no, he says. if you had your choice, heaven or hell, where would you be, crowley?

with you, crowley says instantly.

so why is it so very hard to believe the same of me? that i would choose you? aziraphale cups one hand to crowley’s cheek. i am not giving up anything by loving you, dear boy. i am finding what i have wanted to find for a very long time.

and if they come for us again? he asks. he’s pressing his cheek hard into aziraphale’s hand though, and aziraphale leans in to press their foreheads together.

then we face them side-by-side. i love you. aziraphale is so close now he can feel the shudder in crowley’s breath when he says it. i love you. i am not afraid.

it’s crowley who closes the distance, who presses in, his mouth hot and desperate and seeking. it’s crowley who slides his arms around aziraphale’s neck, pulling him closer. it’s crowley who makes the noise deep in his throat, the noise it makes when something breaks free: longing, maybe, and hope, and something like belief—faith, not in a higher authority or an ineffable plan, but just in this, here, in them, in crowley&aziraphale, aziraphale-and-crowley, in their heartbeats crashing together and their hands pressed palm to palm.

aziraphale holds him, kisses him back and holds him, stroking soothing paths down his ribs and up his spine. it’s okay, he whispers, taking each biting kiss and turning into a tenderness between them. it’s okay, it’s okay.

crowley kisses him one more time, and it’s slow, this time, and soft, as if he’s finally found the calm in the center of him. as if aziraphale has soothed the shaking out of his limbs and steadied the ground inside his mind. he presses his cheek to aziraphale’s cheek and just listens to him for a moment: the rhythm of his breath, the shift of his clothing. the whisper of his eyes opening and closing, lashes against lashes. the drum of his heart.

i love you, crowley says.

he says it quietly, but not because he’s afraid of who might hear. he says it gently, because aziraphale needs gentle things, sometimes, even if he doesn’t say so. after lifetimes and lifetimes of fear and hurt and ragged faith, aziraphale deserves gentle things sometimes.

he says, i love you, and he knows it’s going to be okay.

it’s okay, it’s okay. it’s okay.

i love you. it’s okay.

Heya! Here is my second contribution to Reverse Bang! It was an amazing journey and I’m so so so SO happy and grateful for @zadusk to give my art chance and wrote what they wrote. We will post at Monday 15th (I add the link to AO3 later) and you are all welcomed to read first chapter of In My Veins.

Andrew Belle is very recommended to listen.

I KNOW THE FIC AT FIRST SIGHT!

You had no idea but today I read this particular fanfiction and OHHH I feel it in my bones. Gosh, that pose and look in face. AHH

The stem of the wineglass Aziraphale’s hand snaps cleanly in two, but no one seems to hear it—every eye in the room is trained on the redheaded dancer sashaying to the gleaming silver pole, centre stage for all to see.

Oh, Aziraphale thinks faintly. Good lord.

This is a snippet from No Church in the Wild by @contraststudies ! Ever since I came across this story, the imagery captivated mevand I knew I had to illustrate it !!

Bianca, you’re the best and I want you to know how much I appreciate you ❤🧡💛

Full image on my AO3 (now in two colour versions)