The angel had unsheathed his best smile, which fell somewhere between his I got what I wanted smile and his I love you so terribly much smile, and set to work.
From Red Salvia by @chamyl.
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The angel had unsheathed his best smile, which fell somewhere between his I got what I wanted smile and his I love you so terribly much smile, and set to work.
From Red Salvia by @chamyl.
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[podfic] yours from the start by chamyl
Yours from the start by @chamyl
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Crowley â he doesnât make a single sound. Almost doesnât breathe at all. Is this what humans feel like in churches, when they drop their eyes to the ground and respect the silence by speaking in murmurs? He reverently presses his lips to the delicate skin in the crook of the angelâs elbow, and it feels like a prayer.
He chances a glance up, sees nothing but the taut lines of Aziraphaleâs bare neck as the angel keeps his face turned away from him. Not disgust, then â permission. Permission to touch, as long as Aziraphale doesnât have to bear witness to it.
Crowley notices a little quirk Aziraphale has - sometimes, the angel will keep his eyes closed and refuse to acknowledge what's happening around him.
At times, he does it when there's something he doesn't want to see.
Other times, when he's indulging in something he's not supposed to.
Words: 11,050
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
By @chamyl
Art Credit : Head Of A Youth With Closed Eyes by Giovanni Battista Tiepoto
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I did a collab with @chamyl for the Valentineâs Day themed Nanny zine! You can read the story (and see the full artwork) here, on chamylâs AO3, or see it on my side twitter account here! I canât tell you how much I loved the story, itâs so good!! And I got to stretch my legs a bit and try to draw Crowley as Ashtoreth, which was fun! Thanks very much chamyl!
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Please enjoy @chamylââs lovely fic for the @wiggleonzineâ for which I did some artÂ
there are 2 versions of the illo (one more sweet and one more sensual, because iâm bad at making decisions)Â and iâll put them up as post cards if anyone is interestedÂ
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PODFIC : 13 Rooms
Podfic length : 2:24:26
Read by : Julibellule
From a Good Omens fanfiction written by @chamyl
Rated : Explicit
13 Roomâs Summary:
Crowley gets a suspicious phone call from Aziraphale asking for help because heâs been⌠abducted?!
What the Heaven does that mean?
And why does Crowley have to go through test after test, trying to rescue him?
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Download or listen to Chapter 01 to 05 - 52:35 - Rated T
Download or listen to Chapter 06 to 10 - 50:16 - Rated T
Download or listen to Chapter 11 to 13 - 41:35 - Rated E
Download or listen to the TEASER - 5:43 - Rated T
I continue to attempt to learn watercolor. This was inspired (all the details are wrong) by @chamylâs terribly enjoyable fic âYours From the Startâ.
Clever words slip like temptation from Lips as red as the tempterâs apple, A brilliant mind as rich as the soil in Eden Spinning tales to spin the mind and A thousand worlds of sweet and bitter agony, Coax them onto the page and spread Flustered smiles and bitten lips Basking in the light of her Await with baited breath Each new whisper she deigns to give Delightful and dangerous
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