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#New Crowley Of The Day
daily-crowley · 8 months
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Crowley Of The Day: throwback for today to this iconic look 😍
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asleepyy · 6 months
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their dynamic rly is just crowley snarling, growling and biting and aziraphale going 'oh isnt he just the sweetest, ohh <3'
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srslyarts · 11 months
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HAPPY (belated) 33rd ANNIVERSARY TO MY FAV BOOK EVER 💖💖
I was hoping to finish thing on time but alas. Anyway! This time I wanted to draw the various version from covers I have! If you’re curious which one is which, here’s the little info ^^
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actual-changeling · 3 months
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someone should have stopped me from putting these side by side but here we are. i can't do this anymore what the fuck.
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a difference from at least six thousand years—and they are completely different people, crowley is absolutely right about that. the starmaker was lost in the fall, and crowley has been trying to find himself again ever since.
the final fifteen robbed him of anything light that was still persevering, because crowley's don't bother is him giving up. he's done. he can't do this anymore and then he still waits.
he still waits.
and he will keep waiting.
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mister-sol · 11 months
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if I don’t draw these two for too long I literally burst into flames
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its-kinda-snowy · 8 months
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Do you know I could break beneath the weight? Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you That I'd walk so far just to take The injury of finally knowin' you
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hellandholywater · 4 months
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Ineffable Wetlands Critters
Ok, but what if Crowley was an alligator and Aziraphale was an albino alligator, and they had a meetcute at the aquarium...
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vyeoh · 8 months
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What if I make a good omens figure skating au but instead of making them go to the Olympics they're literally just regular skaters at some club in Indiana or something
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mizgnomer · 11 months
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David Tennant as Crowley from Good Omens
for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)
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In light of Father's Day...
Yuu: Happy Father's Day *hands Crowley an envelope*
Crowley: Oh, Prefect! You see me as a father-figure and got me a gift! You shouldn't have- *opens the envelope and stares at it* This is a restraining order?! AND YOU'RE SUING ME?!
Yuu: Exactly, see you in court, bitch.
. . . meanwhile . . .
Crewel: I got those adoption papers you handed in with your last exam.
Yuu: And? *hopeful look*
Crewel: Welcome to the family. *small smile* Also, how did Crowley take the restraining papers and the su-
Crowley: *loud sobbing in the distance*
Crewel: Nevermind then-
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daily-crowley · 6 months
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Crowley Of The Day: if I could run my fingers through his hair, maybe give him a little braid, I’m sure many of my problems would disappear.
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gregorovitch-adler · 7 months
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Nobody Cares
"No, no, no. No!" Crowley yelled as he witnessed the humans nail Jesus to the cross. He turned to look at Aziraphale with a desperate look on his face. "Can you not make them stop?"
Aziraphale shook his head with his brows furrowed and a sinking feeling in his heart. "I am not the authority here in Jerusalem. I'm only meant to follow what the people upstairs say," he said and swallowed.
"You mean these are Heaven's orders? Why? What did he even do?" Crowley's desperation had been turned into anger, going by his tone.
"Not Heaven's orders, per se," the Angel said, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows, in an attempt at reasoning, "but they have explicitly told me not to interfere with the humans' job."
Aziraphale swallowed after realising how equally horrible that sounded. But what was he to do? He was obeying the rules, was that not good? That was what Angels were expected to do, weren't they? Good, at all times?
When Crowley stared at him incredulously, Aziraphale cleared his throat. "I'm expected to be here and ensure the job carries on without any interference."
"By 'job' you mean brutally hammering nails into someone's body against a cross, after stripping them in front of everyone?" Crowley asked in a low voice and lowered his glasses. The piercing yellow eyes never failed to make the Angel's heart race.
Aziraphale broke eye contact after a long moment and stared at the ground as all three crosses had been hoisted, and the humans were waiting to go home. At that moment, he wondered the difference between a human and a demon in terms of moral standpoints for the first time.
"What did he do?" Crowley asked again.
Aziraphale kept staring at the ground. "Questioned too much."
That made the Demon shut up. When Aziraphale looked up at him, Crowley swallowed visibly and nodded.
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Later that night, Crowley and Aziraphale found themselves amid a tribal celebration in Western Europe.
Distant from all the humans socialising with each other, they sat down on the ground, leaning against a tree, observing their surroundings.
Crowley was sitting right next to Aziraphale with a drink in his hand. Aziraphale sighed, staring ahead; still upset with what they had to witness during the daytime.
"Was it the idea of your lot?" asked Aziraphale, looking at the Demon, marvelling at the bright moonlight that illuminated his handsome face.
No matter how much he trusted Crowley, he knew no one else in Hell with even an ounce of compassion.
Crowley sipped from his goblet. "What, capital punishment of an innocent individual? In a way which was that brutally creative and humiliating? I think you give too much credit to the demons' intellect." He paused for a second to look at Aziraphale out of the corner of his eye. "Only humans are capable of this, after all."
Aziraphale shuddered internally and broke his gaze from Crowley's face. "It went too far this time, don't you think?"
"Yes, well." Crowley cleared his throat. "Not that Heaven is any better."
"Crowley -"
"Humanity had only begun to heal because of his teachings, angel! At least in Israel. Heaven could have done something to stop that. And they did not."
Aziraphale bit his lower lip. "Now, who are we to question God's plan." He winced at his own words.
Somehow, they sounded idiotic even to himself.
Crowley let out a bitter laugh. "Or what? They'll publicly have the humans crucify us too?"
Aziraphale took a deep breath. "I didn't say that."
Crowley shrugged. "Everything is over now. Nobody cares."
Aziraphale parted his lips and tried to protest. "Crowley that's not -" he cut himself off. He could think of nothing to counter that.
A long silence fell between the two of them. Crowley kept drinking from his goblet. Just when Aziraphale decided to change their location, Crowley began to speak.
"Listen."
Aziraphale turned to look at Crowley again.
"Time and again, it's been established that when it comes to showing some basic kindness to any living creature, Heaven and Hell prove that they're the two sides of the same coin. They are both horrible places..."
Aziraphale held up his forefinger, trying to interrupt.
"...and trust me when I say that! I would know." Crowley inhaled deeply and tightened the grip on his goblet. They had locked their eyes with each other. "You and I, on the other hand, are better than that. You keep talking about the good side and the bad, and that Demons and Angels have to pick their respective ones."
Aziraphale nodded, and let Crowley continue without any further interruptions.
"I agree with that, to some extent. But you and I - I think we're different." He paused and looked at Aziraphale with expectation. "Come on, you can't deny this, can you?"
Aziraphale furrowed his brows. "I suppose, I can't. So what?"
"So, we can pick our own sides. We can be on the same side. One that's separated and free from the shackles of Heaven and Hell." Crowley reached out for Aziraphale's hand and held it in his own.
Aziraphale stared at the joint hands. He looked up at Crowley and was taken aback by the amount of pain and longing in his eyes.
Suddenly, it dawned upon him. He thought he had a faint idea of where this was going. Aziraphale entwined their fingers and squeezed Crowley's hand.
"What do you say, angel?"
"Are you saying..." he couldn't breathe.
Crowley just nodded.
Aziraphale did not know how to feel. This was just what he had wanted: to be with Crowley together forever.
But at the same time, he was an angel. This could go wrong on so many levels. Also, uniting with a demon, wouldn't that be disloyalty?
He was never taught that in Heaven. Aziraphale did not care how much his input was always neglected in Heaven by other angels. He had his duties to fulfill.
But Crowley's fingers interlocked with his, how could he let go of that?
Aziraphale swallowed. "I don't know what to say." Crowley's mouth was turned upside down. "Neither of our lots would approve of this. They'll call us traitors."
"Nobody cares, Aziraphale," said Crowley with a shaking voice. "They didn't care about us today. Then why should we?"
"We could end up in big trouble."
"Not if we're together."
"What if they give you the Holy Water?"
"After having lived with you, in that way, even for a few hours? Worth it."
Aziraphale's breath became shallow. The corners of his eyes stang. "Oh, Crowley," he said and grabbed the front of Crowley's black fabric to pull him close.
The moment their lips met, Aziraphale sighed in satisfaction. Crowley pulled away a bit to remove his glasses before placing his hands on Aziraphale's face.
Their mouths opened and moved together in a synchronised fashion, and the kiss just felt right.
This was where Aziraphale belonged - with Crowley.
They continued to kiss under the tree; bright moonlight lightening the mood. One would call it groundbreaking, give them hell - quite literally so - for being rebellious, but Aziraphale could not bring himself to care that night.
He just revelled in the warmth and softness of Crowley's lips against his with his eyes closed. Aziraphale loved the little breaths Crowley was letting out on his lips in the middle of the kisses, and he never wanted this moment to end.
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AN: And voila! My first fic in Good Omens fandom. I enjoyed participating in this month's challenge. ☺ See you later.
Sherlock September Challenge.
Prompts Moonlight and Kiss by @onesmallfamily
Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @inevitably-johnlocked @missdeliadili @peanitbear @a-victorian-girl @lookingforlifeoutthere @calaisreno @kettykika78 @totallysilvergirl .
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faalthien · 1 year
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I wish you a year full of good omens!
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nastasya--filippovna · 4 months
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New Year's Day, Taylor Swift
Goodbye 2023. You made us cry, you made us laugh. You gave us Season 2 of Good Omens.
It's only once a while one gets to experience a year like 2023.
So long.
what I love about this song is that it represents the clam after the storm, the morning after the party, the quiet when all the merry makers and the revelers have either gone home or gone to sleep and you're left alone with that one person. The boredom that follows the rush, the flurry, the excitement all the lights and music on New Year's eve. And I think all of that it is a metaphor for the domesticity that tiptoes into someone's lives when they've known each other for so long. When the thrill of the unknown, the sudden rush of blood to the cheeks, the young infatuation sneaks away and is replaced by the clam and quietude of the familiar, that homely routine of brushing your teeth every morning and eating micro-waved pizza with that person ever night in front of the T.V. And that is all they wished for. A life away from battling all those dangers. Yeah their adventures were cool but for once wouldn't it be nice to snuggle up on the couch and clean out bottles together on new year's day.
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So I finished good omens season 2 last night at like 4am and idk if its cause of tiredness or cause I acc dodged every spoiler like an expert acrobats but...the final scene. I didnt see it coming. Not from a mile away.
Look I don't care that we got Nina and Maggie who are basically a mirror of Azi and Crowley. (Also so much to say how Ninas abusive relationship is basically Azi with heaven but anyway)
I also don't care that Azi and Crowley have basically been married since Eden. Nothing...and I mean nothing, physically prepared me for that finale.
Years of queerbaiting have desensitised me to hope of any kind. Genuinely even when all the signs were pointing to a confession, as soon as Azi went first and started talking bout heaven I thought that was it. Crowely is gonna crawl back into his shell.
BUT NO HE HE DIDNT. HE STILL SAID IT. and god can I say how incredibly brave that is. Like I'm so proud of him for saying ANYTHING. Like I get us as an audience think it's obvious and woulda been frustrated if he didn't and we are frustrated with how it went but. Honestly with the set up the boy was given I don't think HE for one second even remotely thought this confession was gonna go well. He had like the tiniest smidge of hope that was...of course crushed and burned. But. God I'm proud of him for saying something. And then standing his ground and not going with the man he loves even though it hurts cause going back to heaven would hurt more.
Anyway needless to say my jaw was ON THE GROUND for the kiss. Absolutely unhinged. My jaw hurt but I was so flabbergasted. I didnt know what to do with myself. It came outta nowhere in my mind even tho in traditional media it had obviously been building up to that I was still so...wow. This show. 2023. I love you.
Given this after the gift that was our flag means death. I dont know if I'll ever emotionally recover. Also I'm so not used to this idk what to do now. Do I go read fanfic? I mean..yes always but. Its canon. I almost wanna save myself for canon even though season 3 isn't confirmed. Idk if I have enough patience for that tho.
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thedemonraym · 3 months
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like magic, like magic, like magic, gone new magic, new magic, new magic wand
— NEW MAGIC WAND - Tyler, the Creator
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