Fuck Yeah Wingkink
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”Recognize me?”
….So of course, instead of the zillion things I should be doing, like packing up my stuff and cleaning before I move out, I decided to do me some coloured wing kink pics instead.
If this goes on, I shall have to rename my Tumblr Kaytara’s Wing Smut and be done with it.
And yeah, I like having Crowley’s be dark with green highlights. Like a duck.
I don’t really like the coloured version that much but here it is
P.S. It is “I heart Books” on the mug. I wondered briefly if anyone would think “I heart Boobs” but then someone said that it’s like “I heart Boys”
I’m thinking too straight
artist comments: Took my True Form Aziraphale and chibified him. It just started as a doodle but it kind of just developed into a full color picture because I just thought it was too cute not to finish.
artist comments: artblocking hardcore tonight, but drawing cute usually remedies that for me.
“I think, my dear boy,” Aziraphale says slowly, “that it is time for us to get out.”
Crowley looks back at him, golden eyes incredulous. Aziraphale smiles and grips his hand tighter.
Through storms and shockwaves and rains of fire, they soar up, wings eating up the air, toward the patch of stars and beyond, until stars are all they see.
Then the air starts to go thin and Aziraphale makes no move to change direction. “Oh no,” Crowley breathes, though it sounds more like admiration than denial. “Tell me you’re joking.”
He smiles. “Nobody ever said we can’t.”
- Excerpt from Full Circle: To Infinity
An anon requested I draw a happier scene from kaytara-art’s Full Circle fic series and seeing as it’s one of my favorite Good Omens fics, I obviously couldn’t resist. This is my take on a scene which takes place in the part, To Infinity. Unfortunately I had to crop it for tumblr (and the size also kills some of the nice details), but you can see the full version on my dA.
Done w/ Halloween stream for tonight… thanks you guys for joining! I think I’ll have more in the future, probably after the convention, to at least polish up what’s already on the mural.
artist comments: I really loved the fic Crucible by sister-to-the-queen, which is her version of a continuation to the infamous The Sacred and the Profane. Caphriel and Zirah always really connect to me really well as AU characters. Their journeys in Crucible are just…well read it yourself ♥. A song I listened to on repeat while drawing this (because I think it relates really well to the characters).
pricks go to heaven and assholes go to hell
The wifi at my apartment went out today so I drew Aziraphale Steve and Crowley Tony. At some point I will need to figure out how to actually draw wings but it is not this day.
“Good Omens art promp idea! Crowley has a pic of Azzi naked, its very tasteful with urns and stuff so its real art! it was done in the 19th Century when Crowley was having his err nap. Not sure if Azzi know he has it. Crowley didn’t know about it till he saw it in the gallery.”
Crowley sauntered through the art gallery and smiled to himself.
The 21st century was a good time for evil. With over seven billion people on the planet, more things were going on than ever. Move around now and again, take a trip occasionally, hang around bars and parliament buildings and broadcasting stations, and you were just bound to end up at the right place at the right time every now and then. Later, Hell would tell you how impressed they were with the latest political scandal, or unbelievably inhuman legislation, or the phenomenon of pick-up artists, and you’d nod and smile humbly, why yes, you’re only Hell’s servant, just doing your job, thank you very much.
artist comments: While I’m not too big on the whole “SPN and GO Crowley are the same” fanon, I do like to entertain the thought every now and then. The only way I really see that working is if something awful happened to Aziraphale, leaving Crowley more alone than ever to the point where he’d take drastic measures.
