fanart: Crowley from Good Omens
Okay, normally I keep fandomy things to their respective communities. But it's been a bloody long time since I last updated, and I spent long enough on this thing that I feel like posting it here as well. Description pasted wholesale from where I have it posted on DeviantArt, because I am lazy like that. |D
This thing took me waaaaaaay too long. I finished it just today, and the date I have scribbled on the back of the paper as the 'starting date' is April 29. I mean, granted, I only worked on it a bit every few weeks / couple months or so, and only a few minutes at a time, but still.
Aaaaaanyway, this is Crowley from the book Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, which I read for the first time just over a year ago. It is an amazing, epic book, and I love it soooo much. Nearly made ~Velvedere crash the car reading it to her while we drove to ACen earlier this year, she was laughing so hard. Basically, Crowley and Aziraphale (a demon and an angel, respectively) team up and try to avert Armageddon. Hijinks ensue.
[detail]
I couldn't resist illustrating this scene - it's simultaneously one of Crowley's most badass and most vulnerable scenes in the book, and thus one of my favorites:
He pushed open the door, and stepped into an inferno.
The whole bookshop was ablaze. "Aziraphale!" he called. "Aziraphale, you - you stupid - Aziraphale? Are you here?" No answer. Just the crackle of burning paper, the splintering of glass as the fire reached the upstairs rooms, the crash of collapsing timbers. He scanned the shop urgently, desperately, looking for the angel, looking for help. In the far corner a bookshelf toppled over, cascading flaming books across the floor. The fire was all around him, and Crowley ignored it. His left trouser leg began to smolder; he stopped it with a glance.
"Hello? Aziraphale! For Go--, for Sa--, for somebody's sake! Aziraphale!"
The shop window was smashed from the outside. Crowley turned, startled, and an unexpected jet of water struck him full in the chest, knocking him to the ground. His shades flew into a far corner of the room and became a puddle of burning plastic. Yellow eyes with slitted vertical pupils were revealed. Wet and steaming, face ash-blackened, as far from cool as it was possible for him to be, on all fours in the blazing bookshop, Crowley cursed Aziraphale, and the ineffable plan, and Above and Below.
Wet, pissed off, shades-less Crowley = damn sexy. And okay, so he's not crouching and not quite wet enough. But, uhh. Artistic license? and the fact that I didn't have the book with me for reference when I started on it and then got too far to change things. -.-;;
This thing took me waaaaaaay too long. I finished it just today, and the date I have scribbled on the back of the paper as the 'starting date' is April 29. I mean, granted, I only worked on it a bit every few weeks / couple months or so, and only a few minutes at a time, but still.
Aaaaaanyway, this is Crowley from the book Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, which I read for the first time just over a year ago. It is an amazing, epic book, and I love it soooo much. Nearly made ~Velvedere crash the car reading it to her while we drove to ACen earlier this year, she was laughing so hard. Basically, Crowley and Aziraphale (a demon and an angel, respectively) team up and try to avert Armageddon. Hijinks ensue.
[detail]
I couldn't resist illustrating this scene - it's simultaneously one of Crowley's most badass and most vulnerable scenes in the book, and thus one of my favorites:
He pushed open the door, and stepped into an inferno.
The whole bookshop was ablaze. "Aziraphale!" he called. "Aziraphale, you - you stupid - Aziraphale? Are you here?" No answer. Just the crackle of burning paper, the splintering of glass as the fire reached the upstairs rooms, the crash of collapsing timbers. He scanned the shop urgently, desperately, looking for the angel, looking for help. In the far corner a bookshelf toppled over, cascading flaming books across the floor. The fire was all around him, and Crowley ignored it. His left trouser leg began to smolder; he stopped it with a glance.
"Hello? Aziraphale! For Go--, for Sa--, for somebody's sake! Aziraphale!"
The shop window was smashed from the outside. Crowley turned, startled, and an unexpected jet of water struck him full in the chest, knocking him to the ground. His shades flew into a far corner of the room and became a puddle of burning plastic. Yellow eyes with slitted vertical pupils were revealed. Wet and steaming, face ash-blackened, as far from cool as it was possible for him to be, on all fours in the blazing bookshop, Crowley cursed Aziraphale, and the ineffable plan, and Above and Below.
Wet, pissed off, shades-less Crowley = damn sexy. And okay, so he's not crouching and not quite wet enough. But, uhh. Artistic license? and the fact that I didn't have the book with me for reference when I started on it and then got too far to change things. -.-;;