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A Gold Ringed Teacup

Explicit, 4.8k words.

Summary: Crowley tries to keep his eyes closed against his shame but succumbs to opening them in the end, too eager to watch as the angel’s hands made for cradling dainty things, fine china teacups and old delicate books, hold him steady and tug confidently at his clothing. Aziraphale acts as if every bit of skin revealed to him is a treat, looks up at Crowley’s face occasionally like he’d like to dab his fingers to collect the crumbs of him, lick the rest of him off the bottom of the plate.

Dread and despair build in layers on Crowley when he spends extended periods of time in Hell, and when he returns to the surface barely held together, his angel sees to him just as he needs and peels them off, one by one.

Featured Tags:

Gentle Dom Aziraphale

Disaster Puppy Crowley

Collared Crowley

Inappropriate use of halos

Crowley with a vulva

Multiple orgasms

Squirting

Wet and messy

Watersports as a form of therapy

Drinking fluids that aren't tea from teacups

Gratuitous mentions of socks

Featuring art by FangirlingArt that is entirely 🔥 too hot 🔥 for Tumblr.

early reviews rave:

"I need you to stop writing things that make me reconsider what I find hot. This is deeply inconvenient." "Tea break is gonna be weird tomorrow." "Piss out of piss."

Thank you as always to my incredible bestie @pixiefairy15 for looking over this and encouraging me!

☕ Click here to read A Gold Ringed Teacup on Ao3 ☕

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South Downs Retirement

Commission I did for @she-makes-things 🧡

Reeeally enjoyed drawing this and thank you profoundly again, for commissioning me! 🧡

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o heres frame 225 for my every frame of eden collab since the video is out now. i made this all the way back in september last year !! 🥰 i love a long and curly hair crowley 💕

i was trying some weirds colours stuff and yea idk how i feel about it now but you got to try these things 🐍

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oh bildad they could never make me hate you

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Thought I would share a very old tweet from Michael now. For no reason in particular.

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Dreamcatching

Human dreams weren’t usually as lifelike as Crowley’s would appear to be, the vividness calling forth a rush of memories that nearly toppled the angel. Once he’d quieted his mind, Aziraphale looked up into the sky. It must be one of the first days—he recognized the hues. This was back before God delegated the job to a cherub and took the time to paint the sunsets Herself; brilliant shades of burnt orange and pink cotton candy clouds lingered in the sky, the splendor of which was unlike anything Aziraphale had seen in the blandness of Heaven. Only Crowley’s stars had ever dared to compare.

Aziraphale turned his head as if pulled by an invisible thread, and sure enough, there he was. Atop the wall he stood, wind whipping through his black tunic, his hips cocked to the side, and crimson curls cascading down his slim frame. Crowley glanced over at his mind’s manifested version of Aziraphale who was wringing his hands, still fretting over giving his sword away despite Crowley’s reassurance. It startled Aziraphale then, how little difference he saw between the demon beside him and the angel he’d known, how little that unidentifiable tether urging the angel toward him had changed, and how little their respective sides seemed to matter when it was just the two of them.

Extract from Dreamcatching by @slurpi13

Art by @thavron

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Had the urge to sketch Aziraphale. Loved his serious expression and penciled on mustache.

Also loved drawing him in a black tux.

Commissions are OPEN! I would love to draw Aziraphale (or anyone) for you.

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Here is my main frame I did for @gomensframes' Every Frame of Eden project! It's all traditional watercolor on a little panel 🩷

I actually did two frames for this project and I'll post the other in a bit. Now that the full video is posted I am glad to share them!

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happy new year lol

full crop! :

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I decided to paint 1941 Crowley. I needed a distraction for a bit, and I wanted to play around with my style for a more enjoyable process. Enjoy!

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kisses

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LOOK AT IT!!!! Aghhhh it’s so GORGEOUS! 💖💖💖

I love everything about it. Real Aziraphale’s hidden lurking POV, the sky, the lighting. It’s so much better than I could’ve even imagined, and I’m so delighted to have this art to go with my fic!!

Thank you so much @thavron 🫂

Dreamcatching

Human dreams weren’t usually as lifelike as Crowley’s would appear to be, the vividness calling forth a rush of memories that nearly toppled the angel. Once he’d quieted his mind, Aziraphale looked up into the sky. It must be one of the first days—he recognized the hues. This was back before God delegated the job to a cherub and took the time to paint the sunsets Herself; brilliant shades of burnt orange and pink cotton candy clouds lingered in the sky, the splendor of which was unlike anything Aziraphale had seen in the blandness of Heaven. Only Crowley’s stars had ever dared to compare.

Aziraphale turned his head as if pulled by an invisible thread, and sure enough, there he was. Atop the wall he stood, wind whipping through his black tunic, his hips cocked to the side, and crimson curls cascading down his slim frame. Crowley glanced over at his mind’s manifested version of Aziraphale who was wringing his hands, still fretting over giving his sword away despite Crowley’s reassurance. It startled Aziraphale then, how little difference he saw between the demon beside him and the angel he’d known, how little that unidentifiable tether urging the angel toward him had changed, and how little their respective sides seemed to matter when it was just the two of them.

Extract from Dreamcatching by @slurpi13

Art by @thavron

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Aziraphale and Crowley leaving the garden of Eden, colorized 0 BC