Rosa Angeli

I DON'T KNOW WHY TUMBLR IGNORES YOUR ART EITHER, EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF IT IS FANTASTIC. @goodomensafterdark GONDOR CALLS FOR AID

Idk why tumblr ignores my go arts but l won’t stop posting them PLEASE GIVE THEM SOME LOVE

tell me that you’ve got the joke about French kisses or I’m gonna cry

alright who is it gonna be?

EDIT:

@the-thinking-creature looks like you got the mark of the beast. You're my 666th follower. What can I draw for you? Anything your wicked little heart desires.

EDIT TO THE EDIT:

@fourcatsandcounting ALSO followed at the same time and Tumblr didn't tell me! So I'm making TWO pieces of art, in the interests of fairness.

south downs cottage or bust

wip

Oh holy shit, OP, this is stunning. What an illustrator you are!

Lesbiaziracrow

pspspsps gatinho gatinho pspsps

Those babies got what they had coming.

Exposing @quona

They told me they didn’t care that I broke my elbow

alone in kyoto -------------------------------------------

prints | ko-fi | commission [edit: prints available for this one] Crowley in Edo period Japan on her way to the beach to find out what the Fisherman's Wife was going on about. This piece is the second of THREE that I painted for the VERY FIRST ISSUE EVER of /r/GoodOmensAfterDark's WINGZ Magazine, a filthy smut rag that all of us---editors, directors, writers, and visual artists alike---are very proud to present to you. Check it out here: WINGZ Mag Spring '24 (Reddit) Direct link (PDF, 90MB) Direct link for Mobile (PDF, 8MB)

Detail shots in full res after the jumppppppp

@goodomensafterdark

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)

lineart for, you guessed it, another femCrowley. so on-brand for me.

work in progress