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[quona]

🎉P A T R E O N LAUNCH DAY🎉

Boy howdy, I have been waiting for this moment for a good long while, and now I am very happy to present to you:

➡️THE Q CONTINUUM Q U O N A O N P A T R E O N

I figured I needed to make some advertisement material, and who better to get for the ad campaign than the Ineffable Lads themselves?

(Mr. Crowley would like it known that he participated in this advertisement under duress and in no way endorses The Artist, despite his general, long-standing endorsement of degenerate filth.)

So why join The Q Continuum, you may ask?

GREAT QUESTION. -slaps roof of my Patreon- This baby can fit SO MUCH ART in it! Things like:

Patreon-only exclusive artwork (SFW AND NSFW)

Access to all the 🌶️spicy art🌶️ that I can't post elsewhere

Art tutorials and art process stuff

Patron requests!

Early access to all my work

WIPS, SO MANY WIPS

Support an artist you like (I hope?!)

SEE YOU THERE, FIENDS!

@goodomensafterdark

[bonusdragons]

August 15, 2024:

Bronze Secondary, Dusthide, Lace.

Quona of mossfinch's clan!

[wine-porn]

Chianti Quota

Intense marroon with a sliver of garnet at the clear rim. Meaty, almost Vitamin-B bottle-funk blows off readily, exposing crisp, grainy texture of fruit solidified with copious acid. Sharp and nasal-clearing of bouquet, wet-concrete barnyard lies well with distinct vegetal along mellow berry lines. It smells SOOOO Italian: savory dank brilliance juxtaposed against modern blackberry and…

[thescholarlystrumpet]

Father Fell x Crowley in WW2

With SPECTACULAR new cover art by @quona!! (everyone go follow them!)

Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

READ ON AO3:

Chapter ten in which a gift is given and then another is shared—if only for the barest sliver of a moment.

Or read from the beginning!

tagging @goodomensafterdark as promised ;)

[amagnificentobsession]

QUONA ART 🔥

GLORIOUS ♥️✨ RUN TO REDDIT

[suzypfonne]

The fandom is horny today!

@icestorming

@cohen-cant-spell

@hermuseros

@terikanae

@quona

@plumbum-art

@angellilou-art

@ammyc-art

@yun-lii

[afterdarkchef]

“You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything”

A gift for the amazing @quona and let’s face it we all need some Crowley Reznor in our lives

@goodomensafterdark

ko-fi if you are so inclined and like what you see

[cemeteryangel725]

Of Fire and Falcons: A Good Omens Renaissance Faire AU by CemeteryAngel725

Thank you so much to @quona for the amazing art bringing these characters to life!

Rated E, 54,201 words

Read on AO3 here!

Summary:

Since they met at a Florida Renaissance faire a year and a half ago, fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale have been a great deal more than friends, but they've never quite admitted what they really feel about each other. Now Crowley has fallen in love, and he has five weeks at the Catskill Mountains Renaissance Faire during the most romantic season of the year to convince Aziraphale to see the light.

Excerpt:

Later that evening, Crowley was back at the campground, spinning his LED poi among the other dancers next to the fire, the sounds of drumming all around them. He had discarded his shirt long ago, and he was in his element, the energy of the night flowing through him and the warm firelight on his skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of blond curls, a pair of bright eyes watching his every move. He slung his poi over his shoulder and sauntered over.

“Evening, Aziraphale,” he drawled. “You know, you look like an angel in this light, with your fluffy little halo. Have you come down here to keep all of us demons in line?”

“Hush, you.” Aziraphale dragged his eyes down Crowley’s torso, a little sigh escaping his lips. Crowley knew he looked good, and he shivered a little under the appreciative gaze. “Besides, you’re hardly a demon.”

“Oh, really? What am I, then?” Crowley stepped a little closer, leaving barely a foot of space between them.

“Something rather delectable, I think.” Aziraphale placed a hand on Crowley’s chest and ran it upward, over his shoulder and around the back of his neck. Threading his fingers through the red hair, he pulled Crowley down into a kiss, right there in the firelight, amid the noise and bustle of the post-faire party.

Special thanks to everyone over at @goodomensafterdark for all the support!

[mothdogsart]

I finished this bind a few months ago but had to wait to post about it until the author @cemeteryangel725 got her surprise birthday copy! This bind wouldn’t have been possible without lovely art from @quona and support from @shipper-of-all-things 🥳 The story is a raunchy human AU full of so much love and sweetness, I highly recommend it ♥️♥️

Technical details follow ➡️

Fonts: Felix Titling and King’s Calson for the cover, Sabon for the text

Cover material: Allure bookcloth in indigo from Hollander’s

Endpapers: Lokta marble blue from Hollander’s

Textblock: Hammermill 20lb

Designed in Canva and Photoshop

The fic can be read on AO3! Tumblr mobile isn’t letting me paste a link 🙄

Paging @goodomensafterdark for visibility

‼️ My binds are not for sale. Authors and artists can request gift copies. Keep fanfiction free and legal!

[m-y--p-a-s-s-i-o-n-s]

Aziracrow Birthday Fic for Quona!

Here's a brand spanking new fic for the one and only @quona for their birthday (yes I know I'm a little late, shhh!)

It's based off of their own fantastic artwork which you can see here

Title: I'm Here 

Words: 8.5k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Crowley awakens from an awful dream to discover that Aziraphale had not in fact left him again, and was actually right there next to him in bed. Aziraphale tries to reassure him, but some wounds take more than just time to heal, if only Crowley could tell his angel what he needs.

Check out the tags on AO3

[pharlapcartoonist]

Let's start this year with something sweet. Here is my GO Minisode Minibang holiday gift for @quona (Enneadic on AO3)

Their prompt, a gift wish, was Aziraphale as a haute couture fashion designer and Crowley, a runway model, his muse

This the best I could do in limited time 😄

I hope they will like it

[quona]

My SECOND exclusive tutorial for my darling members of The Q Continuum on Patreon. This particular guide was a request by a patron, so I've put together a step-by-step view of my process for painting sheer nylons on a character.

Painting Sheer Stockings (and other sheer fabrics!), a Patreon-exclusive art tutorial on The Q Continuum

Previous Tutorial: Painting Gold (or any shiny metal!)

[theravenmuse]

Mutually Assured Dumbassery

My GOAD pride exchange gift for @tawnyontumblr

CW: Explicit smut, light relationship angst, references to emotional abuse in past relationship

Summary:

Crowley is not Aziraphale's type. Aziraphale likes men. Big buff men with gym-chiselled bodies like Gabriel. Crowley is just a scrawny twink with a gender as fluid as the Thames. They just aren't compatible. Which is fine. They're friends. Maybe Crowley’d like for them to be more, but being friends is enough.

Aziraphale is not Crowley's type. Crowley is fast and trendy. Their clothes, their hair, and their makeup all change with their mood while Aziraphale owns five of the same jacket in slightly different shades of beige. It would be foolish to think that Crowley could be interested in him in any romantic capacity.

Despite these differences, when Aziraphale's ex shows up and attempts to woo Aziraphale back to his side, Aziraphale and Crowley decide that they can pretend their long time friendship is just a little more in order to drive him off. Everything is going to be perfectly fine. They can definitely go back to how their relationship was before with no emotional baggage of any kind.

Thanks to u/quona for answering all of my genderfluid Crowley questions, for catching the many many times I accidentally misgendered them, and for the exquisite title.

Read the fic HERE

@goodomensafterdark

[thescholarlystrumpet]

The Ineffable Con 5 Cosplay: Fem Aziraphale & ¿Gender? Crowley!

I don’t usually show my face on here but honestly @quona and I were just so freakin cute here, I’m showing everyone!! 🥰😇😈

@theineffablecon @goodomensafterdark @fuckyeahgoodomens

[nosferatini]

🔊Ineffable Soundbites

Episode 03. A Knight to Remember!

Episode 03 of my series of short Good Omens radio plays made for the @goodomensafterdark Community.

(Basically just me ad-libbing as middle aged men for funsies and friends)

This one’s called…

🔊 A Knight to Remember

6 Minutes | Rated Explicit (for leud Monster Moaning)

Summary: Aziraphale is stuck in a dragon and Crowley is stuck in giant naga form… What *ever* will they do?

For @quona

🖤 Nos!

Extra Special Cover Art by @trebol-negro !

[aziraphales-library]

hi mods!! Thank you for all the great work you do here, really appreciate it 💜💜

I was looking for some queer platonic ineffable wives fics, something with humor and fluff and overall domesticness (can you tell that I’ve had enough trauma from the final 15?)

thanks!!

I can't find loads of queerplatonic wives fics, but here are some qpr/ambiguous relationship fics...

Overcrowded ER by die_traumerei (G)

An unfortunate accident means a Saturday night in A&E for Crowley -- and of course Aziraphale is there too. Where else could she possibly be. (At home in bed, like a sensible person -- but still, Crowley's so grateful she's there.)

One Thousand and One Nights by Dashicra1, quona (M)

When Aziraphale and Crowley are both sent to India to meddle in the affairs of a murderous king, they realise that the perils of the court may be too much for either one of them alone to handle. Luckily, a clever, strong-willed Vizier’s daughter named Shahrazad has also had enough of the king’s tyranny. Together, they hatch a plan to change the king’s mind and free the women of the kingdom, and in so doing, they change the course of history forever.

let me take care of you by IneffableDoll (T)

“I’m…I’m sick, Crowley,” Aziraphale announced with all the pomp and gravitas one would expect of someone who liked Hamlet. Crowley blinked very slowly. “What do you mean you’re sick? We can’t get sick. You’re an angel, angel.” “Yes, I’m aware of that,” Aziraphale said testily. “How illuminating of you to point out. Look at that, not sick anymore.” “Oi,” Crowley complained. “Guess you’re not that sick if you’re still being rude to me.” “I’m an angel, I’m never rude-“ # Aziraphale mysteriously catches a cold. While demons can’t heal, Crowley has no qualms with pampering her angel as she recovers. Aziraphale, on the other hand, isn’t accustomed to being cared for…and doesn’t know how to handle it with any amount of grace.

Footloose and Fancy-Free by teatales (M)

All of my drabbles for the Ineffable Wives Femslash February 2021 prompts! Ratings and orientations various, all details in chapter summaries. Some chapters are explicit in nature (the majority are not) and are marked accordingly.

The Same Rain by IneffableDoll (G)

Crowley disentangled their fingers to brush both hands over his face, then his robes and hair. “I hate sand. It’s the worst.” “That’s what you said about the snow,” Aziraphale said. “And horses. And mosquitos. And Caligula.” “And I was right all those times, too,” Crowley retorted. ~ Six thousand years and six storms. Five times before Armageddon’t, and one time after. Through a variety of chance interactions, shenanigans, meandering conversations, and a heck of a lot of bickerflirting, an angel and a demon find each other, carefully and slowly, amidst the rain.

- Mod D