#starmaker crowley

Finally done with my Starmaker^^ I wanted to paint him with soft colors... well, too bad 😄

Aww look how happy that Starmaker is! Sure hope nothing bad happens...

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Excited to announce that the first 3 chapters are up for the fic I've been drawing for. I've been doing a reverse bang with the amazing @melacka for the @gomens-theatre-bang so she wrote a whole story based on my art. How cool is that?!! (There will be more art in later chapters so keep an eye out)

It's a human AU where Crowley joins a local theater production as a set designer so he can talk to the cute leading actor Aziraphale. But they're both idiots who can't talk to each other. It's great!

In Memoriam: Navy Bird’s In Your Style

"I'd be so honored if people participate and to see what yall can do with him!"

~ Navy Bird, 25 January 2024

In 2024, artist, comic creator, and fan artist @navybird ran a Draw This In Your art of Starmaker Crowley. This year—whether you were friends, fans, or just learning about this lovely artist for the first time—you are encouraged to join in again. Help us honor Navy’s memory In Your Style.

How To Participate

⭐ Post on Tumblr, Instagram, Bluesky, Twitter and tag #NavyBirdDTIY

⭐ Post Navy's image 2nd

⭐ Your Style can be any art style or medium, cosplay, fanfic

⭐ NO A.I.

⭐ As long as it's recognizable, you can change/modify appearance

⭐ Aim to post 25 January 2025 - but early or later is also okay!

Here's Navy's art for your reference and posting.

starmaker crowley save me

I felt the urge to draw them in comparison and fell in love how it turned out. It's been laying around in my WIP folder for quite some time now, and I almost forgot about it. How dare I?

Do you think Aziraphale ever walks through heaven's endless archives, trying to find something, anything to help stop the wheels that have been in motion for millennia? If he does, one day he might find a pile of dusted files, all of them marked with a name that is nothing more than a smudged ink blotch. He knows now that every fallen angel's name is erased like that, their identity wiped away like a fingertip drawn through wet ink; the rough evidence of their existence remains, the shape of a black hole where grace should be.

Aziraphale is alone in the stretching corridors, there is no one else around, and even if another angel were watching by chance, nothing about what he is doing is forbidden.

(He would not care if it was.)

So he opens the file and pulls out its contents, only to find himself surrounded by ink-black darkness. Electricity crackles through him, sharp but oddly familiar, and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Seemingly out of nowhere, an angel clad in white with hair like fire appears next to him. Aziraphale does not remember their name, but he would know this face even if it were wiped from his memory; the elegant features are both fragile and powerful, and so, so loved. When one of his hands reaches out on its own accord, the memory flickers as it goes straight through their face, and with a sense of broken, golden loss, he cradles it against his chest.

They are holding a flickering light within their palm, a proto-star, one of the very first designs, and with a soft blow of air from them, it takes flight. Spinning slowly, its light spreads and spreads, taking most of the darkness with it, yet even as the bleached sterility of heaven begins to shimmer through at the edges, the Starmaker's smile is bright enough to drown it out.

"You're beautiful," they whisper, their hair moving like a flame in the wind as the star expands and nears its collapse.