Painting Sheer Stockings (and Other Sheer Fabrics!), A Patreon-exclusive Art Tutorial On The Q Continuum

YOUR CORPORATION AND YOU! This is a (slightly edited version of a) Heavenly Pamphlet that I made for Chapter 6 of fishey_me's fic, Corporation and Corruption, which you can find here!

This portion ^ is not included in the fic version because fishey's fic is pre-Fall, but it was so cute that I made a revised pamphlet to post on my socials.

@goodomensafterdark

Oh.

Oh.

The utter angel bastardry when you realize what crowley's married name is.

Reblog cause I'm a whore.

don't fret precious, i'm here

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QUONA ON PATREON | prints | ko-fi | commission

Hello again my darlings. I return to you with more smut.

I've got a piece coming up that required me to ask myself: "what does South Downs era Crowley wear?"

My answer was: "a collar."

But... I can't draw filth for that particular project, so I decided to paint two pieces. This is my smutty South Downs era Aziracrow. Hope you like it.

Detail shots from the high res under the jump!

If you like this piece and wanna see more smut, I just launched my Patreon where I'll be posting Patron-only NSFW smutty exclusives every month!

@goodomensafterdark

i wanna be an art vendor at a con and bring nothing but a sketchbook, some pencils, and a sign that says

left handed art, right handed artist = $1

just to see how it goes.

This isn't really a timelapse, more of a collection of my WIP shots from the Flappers painting.

You can very clearly tell where I got frustrated with Crowley and repainted her.

I JUST HAD TO MAKE A SEPARATE POST TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE SEES HOW CUTE THIS AZIRAPHALE I PAINTED IS, OKAY. Crowley gave Aziraphale that headband to wear, because that's what the Starmaker does -- gives her Angel a halo of stars.

Part 10!

DRAMATIC?

The illustrated smutty one-shot continues. Part 7 of who-the-fuck-knows-anymore. A flashback begins to explain how Az got himself into this situation.

Have the whole panel, Tumblr, as a treat.

Catch the rest on my Patreon, for the NSF+ Tiers.

Crowley be like "I'm finna ruin this man's whole life."

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)

Scaling New Heights 🏰Towerziraphale & 🐉Dragon/Snek Crowley! --- --- ---

This is my piece for @contritecactite's FANTASTICALLY WEIRD AND WONDERFUL fic, Scaling New Heights (Explicit; AO3) in the GO Fairytale Bang!

In the story, Aziraphale is a sentient magical tower, and Crowley is a middling nobleman who is cursed, on the run, and in desperate need of shelter.

I decided to illustrate the very first scene where Crowley, unwillingly in snake form (that's the curse!), finds a lonely tower in the middle of a field with a window slightly ajar, and decides to slither on up.

If he’d heard three days ago that there would be a coup, he wouldn’t even have thought himself important enough to chase, but here he is, running through the woods and trying desperately to keep ahead of his pursuers. Red hair had never seemed like much of a blessing until now, but the gloaming and the autumn foliage work well together to keep him obscured when he stops to breathe. He can still hear them, not far behind, and he knows he has to keep moving. He’s not running for very long, though, before the foliage runs out and he finds himself exposed in a massive meadow. The expanse is surely too long to cross. His fear, previously calmed to a dull roar, flares up at the realization that he’ll be caught, and then he is no longer running but slithering. There’s nowhere to go. There is low grass as far as he can see. He can’t hear the crowd behind him, but the ground shakes with their footsteps. They can surely see him, a massive dark shape caught in the rising moonlight. He changes direction, hoping they’ll all just keep going in a straight line, and then he sees it: a tall tower half-covered in vines. His body seems to carry him there instinctively, and once he’s circled the tower, the only way he sees to go is up. He finds the side that, as far as he can tell, is the farthest from where he started, and he begins his clumsy, wobbling climb up the rough brick. His haste makes it chafe against his sensitive belly, and he has to remind himself to keep going every time he realizes he’s left the ground entirely—how do snakes even work? He’d have paid more attention to them if he’d known he’d be in this position someday—but he makes it to an open window and slithers inside. He drapes himself across the cool floor, exhausted. Just as he begins to fall asleep, he feels his body change back to its usual form, and he hears someone tut at him. “Silly creature. I do have a front door, you know.” Scaling New Heights (Explicit; AO3)