Good Omens
Crowley Fanart Collection
I went through a phase of drawing Crowley-centric fanart using my own face as a reference. These were the result.
Our Own Sky
The molten heart of the Serpent Spine mountains pulsed like a living thing, its golden rivers casting flickering light across the cavern walls. Crowley lay coiled around Azirapahle, his massive body radiating warmth, their tails twined possessively together. Aziraphale rested his head against Crowley’s chest, listening to the deep, rhythmic thrum of his heart—a sound like distant thunder, steady and eternal.
Crowley and Aziraphale are in love… and they’re dragons.
It Was Fire
It was fire I saw
in your gorgeous nebulas
when you turned the crank, starting the engine
of the universe. Your hair shined flaming red, your eyes alight with joy,
and I wished to be the reason they lit up.
On Days Quite Like This One
Water runs hot across fingertips
perfect temperature slipping
through the space between gasps, hums.
Toes replace fingers then
pink calves slip deeper
beneath bubbles
the angel
sinks and
sighs.
My Love, My Angel
My love’s eyes are the warm gold of the sun,
Their skin and scales the soft caress of dawn.
My love’s hair is the flames of a war won.
Their lips curve into a smile, a bow drawn.
Nocturnal Acrostics
Perhaps it’s a little silly
You may find it strange
Just how much I find myself
Adoring how you look resting
My lovely Angel, tucked
Away in our soft bed
Sleeping in tartan pyjamas
As You Wish Chapter Ten: A Kissing Book
“What? What?” Warlock demanded.
“It’s kissing again, you don’t want to hear it.” Agnes replied dismissively, going to close the book. She realized that the sky had gone dark, they had been reading for the entire day.
Before she could fully close the book however, she noted how Warlock had leaned forward, placing his hand on hers.
“I don’t mind so much.” He admitted quietly, gesturing for Agnes to continue reading.
As You Wish Chapter Nine: The Wedding
“What are our liabilities?”
“There is but one working castle gate, and it is guarded by one hundred brutes.” Nina replied, gently pulling Crowley up so that they could peek over the wall. Frowning, Crowley allowed them to sit her back down behind the wall.
“And our assets?” Crowley asked, now flexing his feet.
“Your brains, Maggie’s strength, and my steel.” Nina replied confidently.
Crowley stared at her in shock before shaking his head. “That’s it? Impossible. If I had a month to plan, maybe I could come up with something. But this…”
As You Wish Chapter Eight: A Time of Miracles
“Jesus Nana! What did you read me this thing for?” Warlock all but shouted.
“You know, you’ve been very sick, and you’re taking this story very seriously.” Agnes shook her head. “I think we had better stop now.” She closed the book and began to stand.
Warlock shook his head frantically and reached forward, grabbing the edge of Agnes’ dress and pulling her back towards the chair. “No! I’m okay, I’m okay. Sit down, all right?” Warlock asked, hope at the edge of his voice.
“Okay.” Agnes sighed, sitting down and opening the book again. “All right, now, let’s see. Where were we? Oh yes. In the Pit of Despair.”