Hi hi hello folks! It's been an actual, literal year since I've posted GO art, oops – this was for the IK annual gift exchange, it was nice coming back to drawing our favourite Ineffables :)

Not sure how frequently I'll be doing GO art again, but I'm sure it'll pick up when the new season comes out!

My first collab piece for Volume 3 of @kinks4kindness, Danger and Debauchery! I had the pleasure of working with MovesLikeBucky, who wrote an excellent companion to this art that you can read here!

My second piece for the Nice and Accurate Seas zine! As you might be able to tell, I had quite a bit of fun with merserpent Crowley’s hair ;)

This is the first piece I did for the Nice and Accurate Seas zine! I had a lot of fun trying out putting atmospheric effects of the top of the lineart rather than under it, I really think it improves the depth of field :)

Finally getting around to posting this, it’s my entry to the In Love With My Car zine!

Flaming Like Anything volume 2 has now left exclusivity, so please see my entry! The full uncensored version can be found on my Ao3 here: link

There was an offhand mention of Michael being off in the Amazon with only a hunting knife for company in @rowenablade 's fic Totality (mind the tags), and my fingers slipped ;)

Lucky last, this was my third entry for the Pin Me Up zine :)

Let’s see if Tumblr decides this is too racy, shall we? ;)

My second entry to the Pin Me Up Zine!

(Not sure if Tumblr will Block the Butt, but oh well)

This was one of my pieces for the Pin Me Up zine!

Seek Him Who My Soul Loveth (2/2)

Part 1: link

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Crowley somehow managed to keep his feet coordinated enough to carry him up the stairs without incident, eyes locked on the broad expanse of Aziraphale's back. Aziraphale glanced back over his shoulder as they reached the landing, as if making sure Crowley was still following.

 With a smile, Aziraphale opened the door to his bedroom, gesturing for Crowley to go in ahead of him. Crowley had never been inside Aziraphale's bedroom before, but was entirely unsurprised to find the contents of the bookshelf overflowing, spilling out onto every stable flat surface in the room. Aziraphale kept the main light off and dimmed the reading light to the lowest setting possible, in deference to the sensitivity of Crowley's eyes.

 The bed was the same as Crowley's, albeit with far paler sheets. Somehow, it looked so much more inviting than his own.

 He should have taken the floor downstairs. He was going to get all sorts of ideas being laid out in Aziraphale's bed, and he wouldn't be able to act on any of them.

Seek Him Who My Soul Loveth (1/2)

For my spin on @gayforgoodomens‘ Priest AU, for when she wondered off-hand how Crowley and Aziraphale might go about having sex for the first time, whilst simultaneously still pining/pretending they’re not breaking their vows. So, naturally, off I went to write what’s looking like will be a 6-7,000 word fic about it.

Listen, the only thing stopping me from turning this AU into a full-blown multichapter fic is (a) my knowledge of the workings of Catholicism being limited to some brief skimming of Wikipedia and what little of church I remember from when I was 7 and (b) I already have a multichapter WIP being posted, and I know I don't have the attention span to maintain two major WIPs simultaneously.

But I want to

(That being said, this is in two parts; part two should be done in a few days.)

If you prefer, you can also read this on Ao3 @ childrenofthesun.

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"Ah, Father Crowley, there you are! So, this is where you've been hiding all evening."

 "Hardly a shock to find me out here, is it?" Crowley asked with a grin, squinting up at the cherubic middle-aged man now standing beside him. Like Crowley, he was wearing pants and a short-sleeved button-up with a clerical tab, in deference to the balmy summer weather. Unlike Crowley, he was very clean and neat, and not wearing a dirt-streaked garden apron. "I've been spending all of my free time this week working on the gardens, now that Shadwell's retired and can't go berating me for trying to do the job he wasn't even doing himself. Beyond me how he even got the job in the first place."

 The other man looked around fretfully, as if expecting the former groundskeeper to leap out from behind a poorly maintained bush and start yelling at him. "Oh, I know, but you mustn't be too hard on the poor fellow. The job was more to make him feel useful than anything. But Gabriel said we couldn't justify the expense anymore."

 "You were too soft on him, anyway, Aziraphale," Crowley admonished, smirking at the little huff Aziraphale let out when Crowley didn't address him by his title, as he was supposed to. "Letting him set up all that nonsense meant to ward off witches. It’s certainly never stopped Anathema from coming here to borrow one of your books."

 "At least it kept him busy," Aziraphale replied, sounding slightly aggrieved. His hands fluttered briefly by his wrists, as if he wanted to fiddle with the sleeves of the cassock that was his preferred style of dress. "Although it would have been nice if he had directed some of that energy towards the upkeep of the gardens. I did try to explain to him that the grounds are consecrated, and that surely would ward off evil, but in his eyes that wasn't sufficient protection."

 "I know, I tried to explain it that way, too," Crowley told him cheerfully. "Apparently, the fact that I wear sunglasses all the time means I must be in league with the Devil, so he didn't think my input was particularly useful."

Wow, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted any art, hasn’t it? Art for my fic Like an Innocent Flower, which can be found here (make sure you heed the tags!)

For @desperateground‘s delightful new one-shot, Raptus, featuring Pictish Crowley, Roman decanus Aziraphale, and some sexy, sexy roleplay at the expense of the Roman legionaries that Aziraphale is supposed to be in charge of.

First time trying to shade a drawing lit by firelight; not sure how successful it was at conveying that, but I still like it regardless.

Click here for full version, as, unsurprisingly, Tumblr ate the quality in the dashboard view.