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scottishmushroom · 2 days
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daneecastle · 2 days
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ASTROBLEME - Collab - Page 24
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Astrobleme [ as-truh-bleem ] - an erosional scar on the earth’s surface, produced by the impact of a cosmic body, such as a meteorite.
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A collab between @vavoom-sorted-art and me. Next page coming out over on her blog on Sunday!
Part 25 coming soon!
https://astroblemecomic.carrd.co/ <- Read the full comic here.
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angie-words · 1 day
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After a little boost thanks to a Good Omens-themed art hunt earlier this week, I'm back at it again for Meme Dump Friday 🥳
Previous meme dump!
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idliketobeatree · 1 day
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probably my favourite bit of the fandom's treatment of Crowley is the almost paganistic way of choosing the pronouns. you may generally go the easy route with he/him most prevalent in the show, but we all understand it's in the loosest way possible, barely attached to her presentation. he's a demon, c'mon. you need to feel out the vibes, look at the weather and the current state of affairs, it shall be revealed from the Energy around. he's such a nerd, they're more beautiful than the wine-dark sea, she's my wife. i want them upside down sleeping on the ceiling, she would lead men like sir John Franklin his Arctic expedition. on occasion it's a drawn out snake/hiss, other times a dark glasses grin emoji will suffice. don't even get me started on the Nanny, i dare not to utter the name without bowing down in reverence first. what a gift that keeps on giving
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nicolegmattos · 16 hours
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Jim was clearly testing his patience lol
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crown-ov-horns · 2 days
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Crowley in Good Omens (1.03)
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rainy-xp · 13 hours
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Snake Crowley <3
Season two hurt me so bad so now I‘m making silly little fanart :')
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onceuponapuffin · 2 days
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Fanatic Intervention Part 7!!!
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It will not surprise you at all, dear Reader, to learn that Aziraphale keeps very little in his kitchen cupboards. There is no stove or oven, and the only thing in the fridge is milk (for his tea no doubt). When you start opening cupboards, you find one pack of custard creams, and a second one of chocolate digestives. Well, it will have to do. You find yourself a small plate and fill it half and half before heading back into the shop just in time to say goodbye to Anathema and Newt.
As they leave, you turn to the supernatural entities in the room.
“So,” You say, “If we’re going to the States, then we have a few problems. First, I don’t have my passport or any ID at all, so airport security is going to be fun. Second, I have no money. Third, I’m gonna need a Walmart or something because I don’t even have a toothbrush, my dudes. Fourth, these,” You indicate the cookies, “are fine for a snack, but overall they’re not gonna cut it.”
“You just leave the airport security to us,” Aziraphale replies. You make a note that he glided right past ‘my dudes,’ they’re getting used to you already. Dammit. “As for the rest of it,” Aziraphale continues, “I suppose a trip to Tesco’s is in order.”
Crowley produces a shiny black credit card from nowhere and hands it to you. “We’ll take the Bentley,” he says. He starts to stand, but you shake your head.
“Nuh-uh, you both stay here,” You say. Crowley raises his eyebrow.
“You realize we can take care of ourselves,” he says, “We’ve been doing it for a few millennia.”
“I’m not talking about that,” You say, “Look, what we’re going into is really dangerous. And I know that your pattern is to just wait to talk about things until you’re in the clear, but that’s not a good idea anymore. I mean, I get that I’m not exactly an expert, but I read just as much as you do and I’ve heard a million stories by this point in my life, and in NONE of them do people ever say ‘I’m so glad I never told them how I feel’ - you know? It’s always ‘I wish I would have’ or ‘I should have told them every day.’ So Muriel and I will go ask Maggie to take us to Tesco, and you two need to talk. Please. While it’s safe, while you have the chance, before things get dangerous and possibly deadly.”
Crowley and Aziraphale are silent. You notice that they aren’t looking at each other. Well, you’ve done your best. Now you need to trust them.
At this point, dear Reader, you are probably thinking to yourself ‘well I would snoop and spy on them while they talk! I want to watch them make out!’ But here is the thing – in this world they are real people, not characters. It’s one thing to say that you would creep on them from the other side of this fiction, but when they’re very real and looking at you in person, things are a little different. For one thing, you realize that real people deserve things like boundaries and privacy, especially for sensitive conversations.
And so, you take Muriel over to Maggie’s shop, where you explain that Mr. Fell has sent the two of you on an errand and you need to stop for dinner somewhere and have no idea where anything is. You flash her the credit card and say ‘It’s all on me,’ and she conveniently agrees with a look on her face that says something like ‘least they could do after all that shit they put us through.’
So the three of you go for dinner at the nearest Weatherspoons, where you and Maggie eat while Muriel watches in morbid fascination. Then you all take the bus to Tesco where you buy yourself a small wardrobe, and manage to coax Muriel into some light blue jeans and an argyle jumper so they look a little less like the Beacon of Gondor. You quickly find out that Muriel has an adorable fascination with fuzzy socks, novelty mugs, and coloured pencils. Of course, you enable their fascinations with a happy heart, and as an afterthought, you grab them a small pot of orange daisies from the flower section. It will give them something alive to tend to while you’re gone. Muriel appreciates the thought. All in all, it’s a long but good time.
You don’t know about the talk, and you’re worried about asking when you get back.
THAT BEING SAID
You and I, dear Reader, not actually being in that world, are allowed certain privileges.
The bookshop is silent for a long time. Both of them are thinking, digesting, processing. Feelings are hard to feel, and harder to put into words. Especially when it has been made clear, twice now in the span of a number of hours, that you absolutely need to put them into words.
It isn’t until after Crowley notices you, Muriel, and Maggie heading down the street that he stands up and begins to pace. A few more minutes pass before he speaks.
“So...uhm...are you going to go first or should I?”
“Are we...are we actually going to do this? Have this talk I mean?” Aziraphale has been shelving books to try and take the edge off. Now he puts down the book in his hands and absent-mindedly fidgets with his ring.
“Well, I mean we don’t have to,” Crowley says, aiming for non-chalance and missing ever-so-slightly, “No one can actually make us.”
“Yes, except it feels very much like everyone is trying to.”
“Trying is the key word there.”
“That’s true enough I suppose.”
The silence returns and stretches. It is anything but comfortable. The air is full of words that they have been told they should say, words that perhaps they want to say, but words that have been dammed up with fear and uncertainty for so long now that they’ve become very hard to un-stick. After a while, Aziraphale clears his throat and speaks.
“I, erm, I suppose you had better go first.”
“Me, right, okay.” Crowley clears his throat now and stops his pacing near the desk. He looks down at the scattered papers and books, the pens and photos and newspaper clippings. The assorted clutter of Aziraphale’s life. Looking away makes it easier to start. He takes a breath. “Um..right...well...we’ve known each other a long time. We’ve been on this planet a long time – you and me, I mean. I’ve always been able to rely on you, and you’ve always relied on me,” another breath, “We’re a team, yeah? A group of the two of us. And...erm...we pretend that we aren’t. Always have. Safer that way I guess.” He looks up at Aziraphale. The angel isn’t looking at him, but he nods anyway to show that he’s listening. Crowley continues. “And I mean...I’ve tried not to think about it much before but...but it would be nice, I mean, UGH” He takes off his sunglasses and rubs a hand over his eyes as though he can massage the words and make them easier to say. “I mean, I would like to spend...mmm….I would like to spend the rest not pretending anymore. Be an us. I mean,” suddenly the dam breaks, and Crowley finds the words come tumbling out, “If Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, we can. We don’t need Heaven or Hell, they’re both toxic. We can be an us, on our side. You and me. What do you say?” He looks at Aziraphale without reservation now. His angel looks back at him, eyes wide. When he does speak, it’s with a smile and a small nod of acknowledgment rather than agreement.
“That was very well done Crowley,” he says. This isn’t an answer.
“Nnyeah, thanks. Your turn though.”
“Right, I suppose it is.” Aziraphale takes a moment to gather himself. After hearing Crowley be so open about this, he feels more resolved himself to do this properly. He faces Crowley and folds his hands to keep himself grounded. “Crowley,” he begins, “I...I wish that this conversation were happening under better circumstances. Although it’s been pointed out that ideal circumstances aren’t a promise that we can wait around for. Well, the thing is that I would like the same thing. Very much in fact. My biggest concern by far is for your safety because, well, frankly I don’t see the point in saving the world again if you’re not around to enjoy it with me. An us, as you said. You and me.” He smiles. Crowley smiles.
“Guess we’d better save the world together then. And try not to die.”
“Yes, quite.”
“Aziraphale?”
“Yes, Crowley?”
“You’re my angel. No one else.”
“And you, my wiley serpent. No one else.”
The shop bell dings.
“We’re baaaaaack!” You sing as you waltz through the door, shopping bags in hand. Muriel follows after you, carefully carrying their daisies. “Did you miss us?”
When you eventually get the courage to ask them about their talk later, you get a “ngk” from Crowley, and a “We’ve said all that needs to be said, for now.” from Aziraphale. And that, you suppose, will have to do.
❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤
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cawdra · 1 day
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The gomens fandom is actually such a wonderful example of how fandoms should interact within each other.
Like, the pure excitement me all have about one single thing is indescribable and also so simple. We all have different opinions about characters, but we are civil about it.
We share artwork, fanfiction, and fansongs we make, and our fandom pals pass them on. I have met wonderful people in their 40's-30's enjoying the show as much as people in their teens. And we all coexist, mostly without bringing others down.
I don't think I've ever been in a fandom that is not mostly conflict and divide between the fans, so it's refreshing to finally enjoy something and don't feel like you're going to get stoned for it.
I wanna thank every single Good Omens fan who has been kind to me, even when I acted a bit immature at times. Your kindness is very much appreciated, and I am sending you all kisses and hugs ♡
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claudiamurachelli · 2 days
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Crowley cosplay at ComoFun
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My boyfriend in Crowley cosplay at Como Fun, Italy 😍♥️
I'm a very lucky girl 🥰
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hakuthemagicdragon · 3 days
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Celestial snogging ✨
hi-res and other bonus goodies on my kofi
https://ko-fi.com/haku80464
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getting a good omens tattoo today!! i can’t wait kxhhdhxhd
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fawnim · 6 hours
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An angel living amongst humans for 6000 years? Surely no one's noticed! 🤔
+ bonus chibi aziracrow interaction below :D
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isiaiowin · 3 days
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Hell's Art Department presents: Countess Furfur
In celebration of hitting 8008 members on the best subreddit: @goodomensafterdark Hell's Art Department got a very special commission.
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Countess Furfur
H.S. Paint on screen
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nicolegmattos · 3 days
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That’s pretty much it lol
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an-obsessed-cactus · 18 hours
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Shoddy sketches series: day 21
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Continuation from yesterday. Ngl i'm really loving drawing with references. Makes u feel like u know what u're doing. I'm gonna go return to basics soon tho. Gotta master them first before i can draw shit like this confidently. Toodloo
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