#ineffableidiots

The hell you say, Angel.

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), The Them (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Newton Pulsifer, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Ineffable Idiots, the mortifying ordeal of being human, Crowley thinks human bodies are vile and I don't disagree, Bedsharing, Slow Burn, Post-Canon, Domesticity, Getting Together, Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens), mentions of dysphoria, Cohabitation, Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s) Summary:

In the wake of Armageddidn't, Crowley and Aziraphale struggle with their relationship to each other and what to do with themselves. Fate intervenes in the form of the Four Horsepeople and their afflictions, although not quite in the way either demon or angel would have expected.

(Or: two supernatural idiots get stricken with mortality and have to muddle through the ordeal of being human as well as their own feelings. It goes about as well as you might expect. Shenanigans, mutual pining, and long-suppressed feelings abound.)

This chapter: Aziraphale and Crowley get married. Then they find out who actually made them mortal--and why.

Crowley had worked overtime until every pillar, window frame, and arching bannister was bursting with color, a riot of flowers in perfect bloom to rival any garden (even the Garden). Calla lilies and sweet peas beckoned from stone archways; orchids swayed in the gentle breeze, dangling from delicate stems. Vines made of peonies and ranunculus climbed the arch over the altar, tumbling romantically from the sides. The scene was magnificent.

And then there were the people. Despite their initial estimation that the ceremony would be quite small, nearly a hundred guests crowded into the park on that gorgeous July morning. Aziraphale was honestly astonished.

In addition to Aziraphale and Crowley’s human friends and their immediate family, the wedding congregation was swelled by a great many people they’d met through their ‘work.’ A number of the attendees were young people who’d found much-needed sanctuary at one of the shelters or programs they helped run, or who’d come to know Aziraphale through the bookshop. Many of them presented a sharp contrast to the extremely traditional location Bev had found for the wedding: pierced and tattooed, their hair every color of the rainbow, sporting secondhand suits and dresses and everything in between.

Aziraphale loved it. He knew for a fact that Crowley did, too. And Aziraphale might not prefer more ‘modern’ clothes himself, but they’d gone out of their way to make it clear on the invitations that having their guests come as their happiest, truest selves was more important than anything else.

Here's a time lapse of some watercolor painting from last night.

When I was in college watercolor was the most challenging medium had to learn. It can be very unforgiving when it comes to mistakes. Oil painting was my preferred medium.

My senior year (2nd time around, yaaay switching majors) I had a teach who taught an experimental medium class. He was an oil painter but works in very thin glazing layers over tight pencil drawings. The way his work look astounded me.

After leaving school I constantly gravitated towards artists who has very tight under drawings and ink work with multiple layers of thin glazing over top.

I've been all over the place and struggling to find a coloring method that felt natural to me and exciting. Repeatedly I would think of the thin oil painting layers but something about the medium never sat with me, gave me that excitement to put color on canvas. The intimidation I felt from watercolor lingered with me and turn me away from attempting again.

Then I found some incredible artists online who use watercolor. Seeing how some of them would do very elaborate line art and then lay washes over the top was the inspiration I needed. I picked up that brush again and was happily surprised with how natural it felt to lay these washes down and blend the colors. Needless to say the excitement is real for exploring more pieces using watercolor.