Fuck Yeah Wingkink
Feel free to submit anything you want. Fanfic recs, fanart, deep philosophical musings on the strange appeal of people with wings, anything.
All fandoms are welcome.
….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.
“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.
More Good Omens stuff. <3
And yes, of course that’s a heart and of course they’re holding hands. I dare you to find me the passage that says they let go.
Featuring:
Aziraphale: Angel and Part-Time Book Collector
Crowley: An Angel Who Did Not So Much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards and Part-Time Book Prop
Dear Diary,
Day 2190025,
Attempted to interfere with heavenly duties via the method of direct physical obstruction. Adversary cunningly circumvented my ploy, but I remained persistent in the face of adversity. Evil shall yet triumph.
Aziraphale takes his role as hug dispenser very seriously.
…My current headcanon of the morning of the first Sunday of the Rest of Their Lives, which I may or may not write a fic about based on my ridiculous between-the-lines reading from the book.
Oh god, the slash has me. I tried valiantly to resist, but Good Omens has done to me what the combined might of Star Trek, Sherlock and Dragon Age failed to accomplish.
Any anatomical errors are totally due to size and shape being little more than options to those of angel stock.
After a long, arduous week of lazing around, my scanner and I are finally reunited.
Dear God, please help me find a place to put my Air Conditioning feels.
Because I’m supposed to be studying, and of course that turns my artistic creativity up by about 150% percent. Here, some Air Conditioning fluff for you to make up for the angst. I don’t know why I keep doing them with their wings out, except that wings are pretty and I think I’m developing a fetish.
More Aziraphale/Crowley wing hug fluff. (Yep. I’m definitely a wing fetishist now. Help. What do I do?)
Because I was having a small case of the feels (a discussion with Iris Blue about how actually trying to do evil would probably traumatise Crowley and how all such thoughts just end with wanting to give him a hug), so there it is, hug dispenser enters stage right.
Uploading this one separately because HUG DISPENSER
A random Crowley sketch I finished on the train today. I really need to go and post something in colour one of these days.
He’s twisted all weirdly like that because… Um… Snake. Yeah, I’ll go with that.
Tweaked this some more, mainly trying to change the eyes and mouth for the slightly more charming, innocent look of the first colour sketch. Hm.
Finally got his eyes the way I want them.
“Psssst. Nice dressss.”
Inspired by the whole angel thing and stuff. Cliche, I know.
I can’t do magic with pencils like *some* people I’ve reblogged, but I can try. O_O
Yo dawg, I heard you like sadness so I put some sad pics in your sad fics so you can cry while you cry.
…On a more serious note, a set of illustrations for And So We Come Full Circle, which is a super fluffy happy fic of rainbows and sunshine. (Disclaimer: Management not responsible for any outright lies.) To be honest, I’m starting to feel like my pencil privileges should be revoked. I’m sorry, guys. I’m a sucker for drawing/writing angst and with Tumblr I no longer have any need for restraint.
Some of this probably sucks and looks overly melodramatic even for me, so apologies in advance.
