pangaeastarseed: tfw you’re so thirsty you start a drawing at 10 o’clock at night welp.
pangaeastarseed: tfw you’re so thirsty you start a drawing at 10 o’clock at night welp. @gefionne and I have made more filth together! we couldn’t resist the luscious curves of an 18th century female-presenting Aziraphale :0 Complete Fic (by Gef) beneath the cut! and Full Art (by Me) over on twitter For Reasons ~~~~ It’s the scent that caught his attention: lilies and clean linen and the sweetness of Heaven that no demon could miss. Crowley turned to find the source, but it was a head of white curls—not a powdered wig, but true hair—and a full bosom barely contained in a blue satin gown that greeted him. She was fanning her face, made pink by summer heat and laughter, but there was no mistaking her, even in this form: Aziraphale. That day was the seventeenth of June, 1754, and Crowley had not seen the angel in over sixty years. Last time, Aziraphale had been in his male form, which was more common, but this female one suited, too. She still had a roundness at the middle and full cheeks, her dress an elaborate confection of high fashion. Crowley tipped his dark spectacles down to get a better look at her, and just then she cocked her head and caught his eye. A brilliant smile followed on a heels of her recognition. The blood in Crowley’s gut dropped lower. Aziraphale did make a lovely woman. Keep reading -- source link
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