I’m proud to say that I’m selling a booklet that combines my ineffable wives comics: “But it’s Pretty” and “Playing Pretend” on Etsy 😄🩷
This comic is 42 pages long and printed on high quality silk paper.
The story centers around Aziraphale and Crowley meeting in the court of Henry the 8th and having to navigate their fond, yet forbidden feelings for each other, during a troubled time in human history.
I'm just gonna have to post it now, despite the very obvious things that are wrong (yes, I see them) - I'm not used to making this type of art, so I'm just gonna have to consider this part of my learning curve.
This autumn has been ROUGH for me, I lost a cherished job and two very important personal relationships, and yesterday our landlord told me and my partner we have to move out in a few months, because the house is being renovated. The last bit there nearly cured by Good Omens brainrot, to be honest - which was ignited partially because of said traumatic autumn, so I guess I'm kinda losing my mind a little bit right now. Don't quite know what to do, actually - except draw.
Anyways, here you go. It only took a million hours and the health of my right shoulder.
Fem!Crowley x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: It's nice to lay in and snuggle.
CW: nipple play, implied smut, just a short thing.
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Crowley was restless. She was always restless to be fair. She wasn’t really one for being still. Particularly for long. So it was always a treat when you were able to convince her to lay in with you and cuddle.
“Why don’t we do this more often?” She asked, black-painted nails trailing up and down the dip of your spine. The touch made you shiver, and you cuddled closer to her, using one of her breasts as a pillow.
“Because,” you replied playfully, blowing a lock of hair out of your eyes. “One of us doesn’t like to sit still for more than a minute. I know you don’t need to sleep, but it is still nice to lay in for a bit sometimes.”
Crowley hums, eyeing a spec of dust floating in the morning light. Your eyes flutter shut. This feels like home for you. This feels like peace. It’s the closest you’ve been able to get to it with the events in the last few years. You suppose that also contributes to Crowley’s unease. Understandably so.
“Mm-” she hums back. “I suppose.”
You lapse into comfortable silence for a little while longer. Crowley continues to run her nails up your spine, alternating that with tracing patterns on your skin. Goosebumps rise over you when she nears a new area and settle again as you get used to her touch.
“You know what else is nice-” you say eventually, raising your face from her chest to lick a stripe up her nipple. Crowley arches a delicate brow, nails ceasing their explorations. You pop ner nipple into your mouth, suckling onto it before letting it go with a teasing pop. “Post… coital… cuddles.” Each word is accentuated by a kiss on her breast.
Crowley gasps, her ribs appearing and disappearing as she grows more interested in your ministrations. It's another moment of teasing and suddenly you’re on your back underneath her.
Her hair spills over her shoulder and there’s a mischievous glint in those snake eyes. She smirks at you, knowing she’s got you exactly where she wants you.
“Little minx,” she says fondly. “I think that can be arranged.”
Yeah so this drawing was inspired by Eva Gonzalès' "la toilette" cause I'm absolutely obsessed with impressionists and Good Omens and I needed to cope after e6