#vine slips

You look ravishing like this, my dove

I made a art for @depraveddame of her gorgeous Vine Slips boys!

Crowley stood under the rapidly cooling cascade and closed his eyes. His heart had returned to racing on that track laid by a priest's hands and holy glances, it was fluttering in a cacophonous symphony of birds once more, and their feathers swirled within the bony cage of his ribs as Crowley tried to calm them with the deepest breaths he could manage. -Vine Slips - @depraveddame

You ever start reading a fic for the smut, and then get so enamored by the prose of it all that you become obsessed and have to draw something more closely adjacent to a fine art piece than you have in literal years?

Anyway so I think Vine Slips permanently altered my brain chemistry and all I can say is thank you for it.

For you have forgotten the God of your salvation, and have not remembered the rock of your refuge. Therefore you plant delightful plants, and set them with vine slips of a strange god.

Isaiah 17:10

I’ve been dying to create art of these two for ages and I finally got the chance to. They are from a Priest!Aziraphale and Gardener!Crowley Human AU written by @depraveddame which is such a beautiful (and steamy, and heartbreaking, just a whole lot really) read.

It’s called Vine Slips of a Strange God (E) and I very much recommend it to everyone (18+)

It also features illustrations by the brilliant @zivilzz which really help to top the whole thing off.

It was also inspired by a photo of theirs they shared by a pond, and the sunset is a nod to the fact I adore sunsets.. combine all three and you get this :)

Sketches under the cut:

The starting paragraph 💔

I can’t believe I’ve been writing this story for almost two years. I can’t believe that people got invested in their pasts and their struggles and their trauma and their happiness alongside me. This series truly changed so much. I’m beyond grateful and emotional 💖

Hoping to publish within the next few days if I can get my shit together. We are off to a rough start, and I’m going to be annoying again and ask folks to trust me.

Chapter 7 of The Rock of Your Refuge has been posted ✨

| tags | Crowley POV, Dreams/Flashbacks, Self Reflection, Growth, Hope, Healing, Forgiveness, Bravery, Leaps of Faith, One Year Later, Reunions |

| summary |

Crowley dreams of his father after a night filled with the impossible and the unthinkable. Newly armed with a reborn hope and the tender uncertainty of accepting that he might not be as broken as he thought, and that it might not be too late, Crowley leaves Lucius’ home and sets out to reclaim what he dearly hopes he’s not lost for good.

| excerpt |

Exactly 365 days earlier, Crowley had walked into this church carrying garlands of pine and cedar, an aching heart full of joyous birds and so much fluttering, newborn hope he’d nearly floated with it.

He had no greenery with him now, and his flock had fled— his cardial cardinals gone along with the starlings and hummingbirds and sparrows and sweet doves and all the rest— but the hope was back, and Crowley clung to it like he’d clung to a trembling Aziraphale in the confessional that first December night.

While his left hand still clutched the tiny cross inside his pocket, he curled his right around the chilled, brass handle of the door, and pushed.

I’m so delighted to be offering another FTH auction this year!

Up to 5k (in theory…but you know me) with the option of missing and additional scenes from my AUs, including but not limited to Vine Slips, Hedonia, and Come Slowly, Eden ✨

I absolutely loved participating last year and can’t wait to do so again— let’s create something delicious and depraved together! ❤️‍🔥

Bidding starts March 3rd at 8am EST!