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Can we build a safe house, far from the bitter bright?

Been thinking a lot about cottage life for these two recently, for whatever reason. Here’s to their future of slow good morning kisses and coffee on the couch ♥️🤲🏻

I pulled my latest bind out of the book press today! This is Slow Show by @mia-ugly. It’s my absolute favorite Good Omens fic I’ve ever read and I really enjoyed the process of typesetting it and designing the cover. I included the original bookcover created by @dorywhynot inside as homage to the Ineffable Editions version.

Technical details follow:

The cover design repeatedly beat my ass, but I think it turned out okay in the end! I drew Az’s hand in Procreate and imported it into Canva. I’ve a mind to cut out the coin shape in gold vinyl and add it in later.

This was my first time trying to hand-trim a text block, and it was… bad. I had to sand for a long time and gave up doing the tops and bottoms of the pages. So the text block is technically only a third finished 😅 Next time I hand trim I’ll have to use a thicker, sharper blade for sure.

I’m so pleased with the endpaper from Hollander’s. The colors are really vivid and it’s got a lovely matte feel.

Overall I’m really proud of this bind. The dark green bookcloth really came together with the blue and black and cream. 🤩

Tumblr mobile isn’t letting me paste the fic link, but it can be read on AO3.

❗️My binds are not for sale. Authors and artists may enquire about gift copies.❗️

Stargazing picnic date 🥰

Let’s see if Tumblr lets me get away with this technically censored work 🤨

Here’s an initial entry for @goodomensafterdark’s ongoing Smut War! The full piece, Crowley’s 🐍 included, is up on my Twitter account which is also @mothdogsart or over on Mastodon at https://mastodon.social/@mothdogs/111723109976167517

“You turn my life into something light, amazing, rainbowed—you put a glint of happiness on everything—always different: sometimes you can be smoky-pink, downy, sometimes dark, winged—and I don’t know when I love your eyes more—when they are open or shut—”

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

Me [delusional]: Can’t wait for Aziraphale’s apology with tears 🤭