Currently in the mood to post stuff from the RodeOmens/Western Cryptids AU again, so why not some concept arts?
I've also made a whole card set for this AU while doing the Yeehawgust challenge last year, with each card telling a part of the story in this universe:
Crowley was a pastor, disillusioned with the church and his faith, so he faked his death and turned to a life of an outlaw.
Said outlaw met Aziraphale, a rancher, and fell heads over heels for him. He stayed low while living at their ranch, helping with chores and watching over his man's assets.
Crowley's old gang, who he didn't get along with, found where he was hiding at and captured Aziraphale. Whatever they did to him, Crowley was only able to arrive when it's all too late.
Helloooo I am interested in your WIP list and would love to see something from NSFW RodeOmens! 💚
An excerpt! (godbless every single one of you, i will cry about ppl being interested in my stuff enough to ask about it so help me god)
“Depends…” Aziraphale murmured under his breath, so quietly Crowley unconsciously leaned in to hear him at the same time Aziraphale took another half-step forward, and then they were suddenly bare inches apart. Aziraphale’s eyes flicked down pointedly to Crowley’s mouth and then back up to meet his gaze. “If I say yes, you gonna break me to saddle? Heard somewhere that bronc riders like you don’t mind ridin’ frisky ones.”
A squeaky ‘eep’ left Crowley’s lips before he could swallow it back down, and his knees trembled enough he had to reach out and brace himself on Aziraphale’s shoulders. Which really was only good form, Crowley thought, stupid with desire and the charged air between them, because it put their mouths just that much closer.
“I could yeah, ride. I mean. You.” Crowley breathed, and leaned in far enough that his lips brushed against Aziraphale’s as he spoke, not quite a kiss yet, not until Aziraphale reciprocated. “Yeah.”
There was a brief moment between them that seemed like it passed in the blink of an eye or a beat of Crowley’s racing heart and then Aziraphale's mouth was on his. Heat blazed through his chest and Aziraphale stoked the fire in his gut to an inferno with every slick sound of their lips moving and every caress of their tongues. Crowley's hands were already on Aziraphale's shoulders—thick, broad, strong shoulders that Crowley could drool over for days—so it wasn't much further to fist his hand in Aziraphale's shirt and tangle the fingers of his other in the back of a head of curls too soft to be fair.
"Crowley," Aziraphale rasped, his voice rough with desire and his eyes darkening by the second as he raked them over Crowley's face and down to where their bodies met. "If you're– if yer not interested, I need t'know now."
"Ain't I meant to be the cowboy?" Crowley shot back, leaning in to nip at the column of Aziraphale's neck, "I'll be ridin' you, pardner."
Check your hay bales, there might be a snake in the barn...
Things could have been smoother, but none of the video softwares wanted to work with me, so i had to stick with Photoshop for this.
This smirking, tempting Crowley is from my Western Cryptids AU, and he was an ex-pastor turned outlaw, who has something going on with a certain blond haired rancher.
A WIP and some chibis for @cassieoh‘s RodeOmens AU’s fic Twilight’s Dome of Fretted Gold and @d20owlbear ‘s Two Horses Passing in the Night.
Please go check out their amazing art and writing! I am only a supporter of their great works and is dead set on spreading the word by fat cowboy chibis GOwboys illustrations.