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fuckyeahgoodomens · 3 months

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The golden sticker "tattoo" :D:

The golden teeth :):

Golden nails (don't forget about toes ;)):

Golden necktie :):

Hairband :):

And don't forget the Richards Y Uma Wang - The Shangai (Vintage Bronze/Amber) - 420 € sunglasses :)

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yellobb · 6 months

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Day 17 - Demon

A little fem!Crowley action for y'all <3

#m draws #good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #fem crowley #inktober #this may or may not be my halloween costume :P #I'm literally so pumped for everything to come in #was originally just going to buy the glasses and necktie #and wear a turtleneck and jeans with the corset and my docs #but then I saw these angel/demon earrings #and the boots #and the SKIRT #and a mesh shirt just felt right #so I ended up spending way more money on this than I anticipated #but it's my first halloween with adult money so I'm letting myself have fun

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dankerthantherest · 8 months

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I couldn't find a replica Crowley scarf/necktie for my cosplay play, so I decided to make one. I think it turned out pretty good. The knitted portion and tassles are handmade.

I'm selling some of these Crowley scarfs/neckties on Etsy for $48.99 if anyone wants to grab one there. It measures 50 inches total. The knitted section measures 40 inches and the tassles measure 5 inches long each. When the width is evenly folded in half it measures 1 & 1/2 inches or 3 inches in circumference. Please message me if you need a custom length of scarf. I'm a tall human (over 6' tall) and needed one a little longer than this to look proportional to me.

I also sell the snake temporary tattoo for cosplaying Crowley as well!

If you want to make your own scarf, follow the pattern below:

Using 4.0mm double pointed knitting needles and sport weight (#2) yarn

CO21 (7 for each of the 3 needles in the round)

Join in the round K21

Keep knitting until about you reach 10 inches short of the total length desired (ensure you measure the length after stretching the yarn on the needles).

Cast off using 1 or 2 sizes down in needles.

Attach the tassles, tie your knot, and put on a dastardly ensemble, and voila!

Enjoy your new scarf/necktie and go cause some chaos. ❤️‍🔥🖤🤍

#good omens #good omens cosplay #good omens crowley #crowley #crowley cosplay #crowley scarf #crowley necktie #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #good omens season 2

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finngualart · 2 years

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going to be crowley for halloweeeen

#crowley #good omens #cosplay #going to dye my hair also #i am happy with how the necktie turned out :))

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ambeiii · 4 months

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Not surprised, Crowley shops at Clair's 🤣🔥🖤

#good omens #hes a stylish girl and has no shame about it #good omens after dark #crowley #necktie

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crowleysbookshop · 6 months

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Notes on Crowley's jewelry:

The concealed silver chain.

Crowley's been wearing his silver necktie almost constantly since 2008.

He's also been wearing a silver chain since the 70s, which can also be seen in 2008.

But, had you ever noticed that he's not wearing these two items interchangeably, but always simultaneously?

The chain is always visible in set photographs. It is worn underneath his shirts/t-shirts, and sometimes it's obscured by his vests.

You can spot it in almost every shot if you look really closely. But it's mostly visible, or in full display, in episodes 1, 3 and 5, basically whenever he's about to run away from Hell. Additionally, when Satan himself appears in episode 6. You get the idea.

This only happens during S1, in S2 he loses the silver chain around his neck completely, both practically and metaphorically speaking.

#good omens #good omens season 1 #good omens season 2 #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman #good omens theory #good omens meta #go #david tennant

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sightofsea · 4 months

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between the necktie and the turtleneck crowley's like 2 batted eyelashes and a trip to the pet store away from wearing a permanent dog collar

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fellshish · 4 months

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What's the point of having long haired Crowley in S3 if Aziraphale doesn't stroke it as they kiss? Let's think about the valué of narrative purpose guys

Literally!!! Also let’s talk about chekhov’s silver bolo necktie. If not for pulling passionately….

#my asks #ineffable husbands #aziracrow

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sighed-the-snake · 6 months

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Gun LOADED!

Many people are looking to the bullet catch scene to theorize that Aziraphale is going to fake Crowley's death in the next season, but I think there's another compelling scene from S1 that we should be looking at.

The one with the paintball guns, from S1.

Norm, from management, has a YELLOW cloth tied around his arm, as does the rest of his platoon. Yellow is known to be associated with Aziraphale, and by extension, angels. But I don't think this manager is representing Aziraphale. I think he is meant to represent Crowley.

"I wanted to be a graphics designer," he says. "Design LPs for the Rolling Stones."

Crowley was a graphics designer, of a sort. He made beautiful nebulas. I also think Crowley worked for management and held a high position.

"But the careers teacher said he hadn't heard of them. So I spent 36 years double-checking form BF-18."

The careers teacher is probably God. I get the feeling people in Heaven did not understand or appreciate Crowley's cleverness, didn't understand his work. Crowley was more of an artist than a bureaucracy guy. I wonder if becoming friends with 'Lucifer and the Guys' afforded him some professional freedom, a way to get away from form BF-18, as it were. Maybe Lucifer was his boss and allowed him to do whatever his little heart desired because having a clever subordinate who pulled off such complex work made him look good.

"They couldn't just say, 'Oh, Norman, we're giving you early retirement. Have a watch, bugger off and tend to your marigolds."

The mention of tending to marigolds is interesting here.

The British have something called gardening leave.

From wikipedia, "Garden leave (also known as gardening leave) is the practice whereby an employee leaving a job – having resigned or otherwise had their employment terminated – is instructed to stay away from work during the notice period, while still remaining on the payroll."

It's a sort of limbo period between leaving the company and no longer working for them. You don't go into the office, you're not allowed to contact your former business associates, but you're still getting paid, and you're expected to respond if they call you for assistance. Gardening leave could be a short period of weeks or months to let things calm down before you return because you screwed up, or it could be a prelude to getting fired, or forced into retirement.

Gardening leave sounds an awful lot like what Crowley has on Earth. He was literally sent to a garden to do a job, and he does not return to Hell after. He remains. He lives a posh life with a expense account and a lot of freedom compared to other demons. Furfur remarks on the unfairness of it. Crowley appears to be given assignments once in a while but otherwise I don't think much is expected of him - again, compared to other demons. We've seen the way they're crammed in down there.

(Why he's on gardening leave is a speculation for another day.)

"Well, if they want war," Norm says, knotting his RED necktie around his head, "we're going to give them war. Okay, guys, let's get the bastards."

Clearly, this is when Crowley in Heaven says to himself, "Fuck it, I hate these guys, let's brawl."

And then he turns around and is promptly shot in the heart by the RED team.

He staggers dramatically. He falls. We see the life leave his eyes.

Except it's a trick. One that Norm is not privy to. He thought he was dead as much as everyone else.

But Norm raises his head and looks, bewildered, at the bullet hole in his pocket. He's made a miraculous escape. It mirrors the age-old TV trope of having some hard metal thing in his pocket to deflect the bullet.

In a way, I think this is supposed to represent Crowley's fall from Heaven that he did not see coming, but with S2 and the bullet catch adding context, I think this entire scene holds more meaning.

The thing is, part of writing a good story is including echoes of your theme.

Every single romantic relationship in Good Omens mirrors Crowley and Aziraphale in some way (I'll write more on that later, probably).

Adam and his friends being reflections of the Four Horsemen.

The bookshop being an echo of Eden. The repetition of the "leaving the garden" theme at the end of both seasons, with S1 burning down the bookshop, and S2 with Crowley and Aziraphale leaving it behind.

Twice now, once in each season, there has been a theme of bullets, of getting shot, of miraculously not dying, and no one expecting it.

I'm pretty confident that in S3, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale is going to have his hand forced. He's going to have to execute Crowley for something he has done to meddle with Heaven's plans. And I think Aziraphale is going to have to pull a fast one with very little planning to fake his boyfriend's death.

I can picture it now, with Aziraphale saying something ridiculous to the crowd of witnesses like, "FLAMING SWORD LOADED!" to drop the hint, and the crowd sighs inwardly over what an idiot Aziraphale is, but Crowley looks at him like, "What the fu- oh, we're doing a bullet catch."

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens analysis #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #Fell the Marvelous makes for a terrible executioner

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 6 months

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Do you have any idea where one could find anything akin to Crowley's necklace/ necktie thing by any chance??? Or at least what it is exactly? I've been looking for one for my cosplay but I can't find anything like it for the life of me!

Hiya! :) Leaving this for cosplayers to answer :) <3.

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mrhyde-mrseek · 11 months

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I’m on a Good Omens kick because of the season 2 intro dropping (I saw a sneak peek on the official Good Omens Prime Instagram), so here’s some headcanons:

I’ve posted about this one before, but Beelzebub definitely has arachnophobia, being a fly demon.

Additionally, they also despise Venus fly traps, and refuse to go within ten feet of one. Crowley has three in his flat for this exact reason.

Crowley has been to EVERY Queen concert. He never bought a ticket even once, but he always managed to get the best seat at the venue (with the help of a little demonic miracle or two).

Before Almostageddon, Crowley would leave various things behind at the bookshop—neckties, tapes from the Bentley, even his sunglasses one time—on “accident” just so he has an excuse to go back.

(He doesn’t need an excuse anymore, but he still does this sometimes.)

He also listens to “Death on Two Legs (Dedicated To…)” whenever he’s feeling especially resentful toward Heaven and/or Hell.

Aziraphale’s favorite hot cocoa recipe is: one and a half cups of milk, four ounces of dark chocolate, half a teaspoon of vanilla, half a teaspoon of cinnamon, a quarter teaspoon of nutmeg, whipped cream, and six marshmallows exactly. Sometimes a spoonful of honey if he wants it to be sweeter.

War can sprint, climb, and fight in heels no matter how tall they are.

When Newt proposed to Anathema, he was so nervous he almost dropped the ring twice.

Pollution has never been misgendered once because besides the fact that they tend to go unnoticed, they exude such a strong sense of “weird supernatural entity” that most people have trouble trying to figure out if they’re even human, much less what’s in their pants.

Gabriel and Beelzebub would sometimes spy on Aziraphale and Crowley together, doing various human things (poorly) to avoid detection. During one of these surveillance meetings near a café, Beelzebub forced Gabriel to at least pretend to consume something so he didn’t appear out of place. He reluctantly bought a black coffee, took one sip, and immediately gagged. Beelzebub couldn’t stop laughing for five minutes straight. (They totally gave away the game, but it was worth it to tease Gabriel.)

#if anyone tries that hot cocoa recipe please tell me how it tastes because i just made it up off the top of my head #good omens #aziraphale good omens #crowley good omens #anthony j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #beelzebub good omens #gabriel good omens #arachnophobia #war good omens #pollution good omens #good omens headcanons #anathema #anathema device #newt pulsifer #newton pulsifer #edit: I MEANT INTRO I FIXED THAT I’M SORRY

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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hey, I love what you guys are doing here! true community work <3

I was wondering if you could recommend something that takes place during/after the pandemic and is about the miscommunication in regards to Crowley's living situation. Like, Crowley dropped hints that he would want to move into the bookshop, Azi freaked out but then started dropping hints himself but Crowley didn't get him. Basically, both of them wanting to live together but sucking at communication.

Hello! I can't find fics exactly like what you've described, but here are some fics regarding (mis)communication about Crowley's living situation...

I'm Asking You To Stay by losttosleep (G)

It was only right Crowley brought his plants, but that did not explain why they stayed inside the Bentley. Aziraphale could see them now through the windows of Crowley’s beloved car, and it puzzled him to no end. Or Aziraphale finds out Crowley is living in the Bentley and invites him to move in.

Living Together by luciferfemme (G)

Crowley wants to tell Aziraphale he's been kicked out of his flat, he really does… only the idea of it is rather embarrassing, what's a demon to do after all?

Would That I by sobertodeathh (G)

"With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet, like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat settle soft and as pure as snow, I fell in love with the fire long ago." Crowley disliked living in the Bentley nearly as much as it did.

Moving In(to Your Heart) by Bazzpop (T)

Crowley made a series of half choked noises, suddenly feeling much soberer than he had been moments ago. “Ngk— ‘s not that far— um, it’s just down the road, actually. A really nice place, very spacious.” He grinned nervously, tugging at his silver necktie. He’d never been good at lying to Aziraphale. “Might just stay there for a while, I think, ‘cus I like it so much.” The Bentley, his intermediate ‘place’, wasn’t any of those things. Well, he did like it, that much was true, but it wasn’t a very nice place to live— cramped and crowded as it was with all his plants taking up the backseat— but it was good enough for now. — Crowley loses his flat, after having a minor tiff about his current living situation, Aziraphale invites him in

why are you living in your car by ghostybreads (G)

“Wait, Shax? Why on Earth would she have your plants?” Aziraphale asked, confused as to how she got brought up at all. Crowley paused. Visibly. He had the look of a man (not literally, but so to speak) who accidentally let something slip. “Nhh. You know.” “Crowley.”

Sin Pays But Botany Doesn’t by Anonymous (G)

After averting the apocalypse, Crowley is living in his car with a lot of free time on his hands. He posts a YouTube video talking about plants as a joke but finds internet famedom where a punchline should be. Being a YouTube botanist agrees with him, though. He likes talking about plants, and he usually doesn’t find many opportunities to do that outside of YouTube. So, Crowley adopts traveling the world in search of plants to film as a new hobby. Kept in the dark about this new hobby, Aziraphale, who is used to being Crowley’s sole object of attention and is unused to having to compete with anything for Crowley’s time, is curious about where Crowley goes when he’s not in London.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #moving in together #the bentley #miscommunication #communication #mod d

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goodomensafterdark · 3 months

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Writers Guild Cock Fight - Give Ourselves One More Chance by niknak90 on Reddit

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Written by niknak90; find them on Reddit and AO3!

Pressed against the wall by a very not-nice demon three days before the world is scheduled to end, Aziraphale makes a bold move.

Word count: 4283 words

Content: angst and smut, unresolved romantic tension, pining while fucking, porn with some plot, porn with feelings, anal sex, first time, top Crowley/bottom Aziraphale, wall slam, mandatory Queen lyrics, food porn mentioned

Excerpt:

The Apocalypse was scheduled in three short days, and if they didn’t locate the Antichrist in time, they would be separated forever, fighting on opposite sides. Heaven would win, and he’d lose something more dear to him than sushi and Beethoven and even Wilde first editions. How could he endure an eternity of celestial harmonies and The Sound of Music knowing he’d thrown away his last chance to be with the one he’d loved for almost eighty years, probably far longer? This was their last dance, figuratively speaking, and now Crowley’s hips were pressed against his, their noses touching. If not now, when?

Aziraphale leaned into Crowley’s lips, interrupting the rant he hadn’t been listening to. Calling it a kiss seemed generous—it was more a clumsy collision of lips and teeth and noses. It might have even appeared accidental, a natural consequence of startling an angel and knocking him off balance. Crowley stepped back in shock, letting go of his lapels. Aziraphale grabbed his necktie and pulled him back in, making it clear this was no accident. This second attempt felt more like a real kiss, simple and chaste but with years of unspoken desire beneath the surface.

“Angel…” Crowley gasped as he pressed him back against the wall, deepening the kiss. One hand went behind Aziraphale’s head, protecting it from the wall, while the other went to his waist, pressing their hips back together. As Crowley’s tongue slid into his mouth, Aziraphale was briefly startled by the intrusion, but his lips acted of their own accord, letting him in further. Soon enough, his own tongue joined the desperate dance. He had never done this before, but his body seemed to be running on instinct, filled with a desire to draw Crowley closer and feel this electric rush through his whole body. He ran his fingers through Crowley’s fire-red hair with one hand, the other tracing down his back until it reached the arse he had spent more time than was angelically prudent admiring over the centuries. The part of him that said he was moving far too fast was drowned out by more urgent voices reminding him there was no time for propriety.