Pin Me Up
An Adults Only collection of Pinup-inspired art and prose.
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Aziraphale took a deep breath, listening to the tinkling of the piano and the clack of heels against the stage, the Ladies of Camelot performing a brief opening number to entertain the crowd. The theatre was as cold as Mrs H had complained, which wasn’t helping matters as she stood there awkwardly, looking out over the sparse crowd of unfamiliar faces.
She only hoped she wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of everyone. Most of all, she didn’t want to disappoint Crowley.
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Good Morning! [Art] (Pin Me Up Zine Vol. 2) by OuidaMForeman
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
15 Feb 2024
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My second painting for the pin me up 2 zine that was too explicit for tumblr!
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Midnight Caller by Dukeofnone
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
15 Feb 2024
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"Hello Angel"
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Crowley calls her angel for some saucy time on the phone ;)
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Bunny and Fox by PrincessDianaArtemis
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
15 Feb 2024
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It was the nose. That little upturn at the tip always indicated her angel, but Crowley’s cloaked eyes were too busy taking in every inch of newly exposed skin: gentle sloping arms, the implication of her stomach’s curve, the head tilted back and the finger she was biting like it was that damned and blessed apple.
In a coy attempt to maintain her modesty, Vargas had positioned a flower to cover a bare breast, but a perky nipple still peeked out.
It was gorgeous artwork. She was ravishing.
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Aziraphale and Crowley end up in America as models for two different types of pinup artists...and share a little back-and-forth with their artwork.
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Etched In Stone by SylWritesStuff
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
14 Feb 2024
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The bottles they’d emptied refilled enough for awareness and decision making to feel unmuddled again. Crowley’s arm tossed over the back of the loveseat, narrow hips shifting and long legs crossing at the ankle. The pose was a dare. The return of sunglasses and the next sip of wine he took was permission. This doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re drunk.
So Aziraphale drew.
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In the early 1800s, Aziraphale is eager to tell Crowley all about humanity's latest technology. But then he makes the mistake of offering to demonstrate.