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#But Aziraphale's nose is SO CUTE
crawley-fell · 4 months
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The farthing...has vanished.
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vroomvroomwee · 5 months
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Goddamn all of you lovely Good Omens artists are fucking incredible do you know that? And I don't just mean the skill and talent and range you all possess in drawing cute adorable comics all the way to renaissance masterpieces because I won't be able to shut up if I start talking about that.
No, I mean who you are as PEOPLE.
You are all absolutely wonderful. Every single piece relays the refreshing and comforting views and opinions you have as well as your kindness. Drawing Aziraphale chubby and big but as well as soft and sexy and desirable and magnificently ETHEREAL. It has made me love my belly and thighs. It's made me view them as adorable and cute. The utter ADORATION you have for Crowley's nose. I went from despising mine (which is slightly crooked) to flaunting it and being PROUD of it. Because, guess what? ITS FUCKING CUTE.
As a result of all the love you all show towards these characters and the traits that society would call "unattractive", the ones that people should be ASHAMED about and try to hide, I have genuinely started to love my body. Traits that would cause me to feel inferior and pathetic are now causing me to feel giddy and affectionate towards myself. Went from "ew" and "uhhgg" to "tehe" and "eee" every time I look in the mirror.
If there's anyone that feels that their art isn't being appreciated, therefore that means they aren't good enough, I want to remind you that there's probably a person out there somewhere, too shy to like and reblog, who accidentally stumbled upon it and now has a smile on their face. There could also be another individual at a different corner of the planet who comes back to your art when they feel down and need some comfort and happiness, their confidence receiving a momentanious boost, and to be reminded how lovable and worthy they are.
And what's even more amazing is how we don't have this revelation: "My body/face is ugly, but I love it anyway." NO!! It has the "My body is a body. I'm human. There's no such thing as an ugly body. " And that's so so so so important.
People always talk about how Good Omens completely warps your view of gender and sexuality and makes you realise how abstract they both are. But it also has that effect for bodies and facial features.
Changing your opinion and feelings on something doesn't usually happen in the blink of an eye like they depict it in the movies where the characters have this memorable dramatic revelation. In real life, it happens gradually. Because we're human, and we need time to process things. So the Good Omens artists doing this to so so so many of us is incredible because they pop up these gorgeous pieces of art constantly. Over and over and over and over, and it's such a breath of fresh air and freedom from being suffocated by the media and society everywhere you go. And I say this with 100% seriousness, Good Omens has some of the most wonderful people in its fandom.
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weirdmorefics · 6 months
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LOL I totally can imagine Crowley teasing Aziraphale about his doppelganger being Y/N's dog! GHCJNCFZZHGNCGKCNJGDSJ
Aziraphale's Secret Twin
Pronouns- They/Them
Word Count- 742
Summary- The reader's dog sitter cancels last minute so they are forced to bring their bichon frise to the bookshop.
Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (can be read as platonic or romantic)
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Y/n was running late for their job at the bookshop which wasn't all that unusual because they always stopped for coffee at Give Me Death Or Give Me Coffee first. However, this time was a little different as they had everything ready to go just anxiously waiting for the dog sitter to pick their baby up. Unfortunately, the sitter called just minutes after their usual arrival time that they had the flu and could not make it. Y/n assured them it was fine and wished them a quick recovery.
Y/n squatted down to their dog's eye level, " Now what are we going to do with you today Mr." They ruffled their dog's fluffy head of the dog as the dog smiled widely back.
Y/n only saw one option they would simply bring their dog with them but hide it in their bag. Y/n couldn't possibly leave the pupper alone all day not with the dog's major separation anxiety and tendency to get into the trash.
Y/n tried to walk into the bookshop as quietly as possible but of course, the bell on the door immediately alerted Aziraphale to their presence.
"Good morning, Y/n" He smiled and welcomed them in. "I was thinking the bookshelves could really use a good dusting today," He says motivated and annunciating the word dusting by swinging his arm up.
Y/n felt the dog go to peek its head out of the bag at the new voice and they quickly try to settle the dog lower into the bag with their hand. Crowley who was sitting on the sofa observing your entrance made note of this action.
"Y/n?" Crowley questions you slightly tilting his sunglasses down his nose.
"Yes," Y/n blinked up at Crowley innocently fluttering their eyelashes.
"Did something just move in your bag?" He continued to question despite your cute efforts to distract him.
Y/n chuckles and makes an awkward excuse, "Maybe you need some prescription sunglasses."
Crowley and Aziraphale can always tell when Y/n is lying well most everyone can tell when they are lying because simply put Y/n is the worst liar in the galaxy. Aziraphalee gives Y/n a questioning look and Crowley slowly stalks towards Y/n like they are a deer that will spook at any sudden movements.
Y/n is quite literally back into a corner due to backing up into a wall due to Crowley's advances. Y/n yelps in shock when their back hits the wall and their dog instantly peeks its fuzzy little head out of the bag to check on their owner. Y/n facepalms at themselves how did they seriously think they were going to hide a dog from an angel and a demon for a full workday.
"Y/n, what is that?" Aziraphale points to the dog.
Y/n profusely apologizes, "I am so sorry! My dog sitter last minute canceled and I couldn't bear leaving my little baby at home all day." Y/n then lifts the little snowball dog from their bag and rubs it against their cheek.
Crowley rubs his chin in thought, "You know what Angel the little thing looks remarkably similar to you."
Aziraphale looks a tad offended putting a hand to his chest, "How does a dog look like me?"
Y/n nods looking between the dog and Aziraphale, "You know what I see it!"
Aziraphale's eyes narrow, "You do not Y/n!"
Crowley looks at Y/n, "I think it's the hair."
Y/n nods vigorously, "It's the fluffiness and curly cues! Now that I think of it they even act alike! My puppy is a true food connoisseur who only likes fancy expensive food. My puppy is super upbeat and always smiling like Aziraphale!" Y/n seems to get more and more excited as Crowley and they come up with more similarities.
"Fine, I must admit the hair is similar but do not compare my smile to a dog's smile." Aziraphale sighs.
Crowley smirks, "Don't worry angel no one has as cute of a smile as you."
To the untrained eye, no one would notice Aziraphale's slight blush and look to the side but Crowley who had known Aziraphale from the beginning, and Y/n who caught on quite quickly from working daily with the pair noticed instantly. Both had to fight back the huge smirks on their faces but both failed miserably.
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vidavalor · 26 days
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What is your favorite cute moment in GO?
Hi! Thanks for the ask.💕 I have chocolate chip cookies today. *shares*
There are a lot of cute moments and it's really hard to pick but Aziraphale pretend-booping Crowley's nose with the magic coin in S1 is one of my favorite undersung ones. It's just so adorable...
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lookingatacupoftea · 5 days
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I probably should have watched Wilde before I became a Sheen fangirl because I spent most of it yelling at Oscar. SPOILERS follow--
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Oscar, you should have stayed with Robbie! He's so cute. He adores you. He sticks by you. He's like baby Aziraphale meets baby Crowley in one package. He's got the intense stare and the perfect nose!
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"Day 4: "Pretty faces, electric souls". – Good Omens (Ineffable Wives)
I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now
Channelling angels in the new age now
Hot summer days, rock and roll
The way you'd play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
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[Previous] [Next Day] [First Day] - Don't forget to 💕/ reblog ;-)
Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day
Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour
Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished
Max time allowed: 2 hours (and a half, for emergency researches) instead of 8-20 on my previous projects
Today's theme chosen by me: I wanted to finally draw our Ineffable Wives – first time ever for me. I indulged in a « The-Great-Gatsby-movie » mood, and an intimate scene as they could have behind the scene. I love the way Aziraphale is trustfully watching Crowley. And I am pretty sure Crowley is blushing a little under this white powder make-up.
More trivia infomations after the cut. Thank you all for your kind words and your wonderful tags! Please, continue to share! I am so happy to see my artworks are appreciated!
Trivia : I had so many clothes, jewels and hair-dressing references for this one. But it was so difficult to do it correctly and I was lacking time, so I had to get a looooot simpler. I think I’ll come back to this one later, once my personal daily challenge is over.
Trivia 2 : I always try to draw them with David Tennant and Michael Sheen physical traits in mind – part of my challenge. But here, that was the first time ever I tried to feminise masculine traits. It felt very weird for me while I was drawing, could not feel satisfied until I smooth and smooth again their nose, their brow and their chin/neck… maybe I overdid. I wanted DT and MS still be recognisable as women here, I think I’ll do better next time.
Trivia 3: there is blue and grey in Aziraphale’s eyes and Crowley’s jewels. There is gold in Crowley’s eyes and Aziraphale’s jewels. Do what you want with this information, while I am dying of cuteness in my goblin’s corner.
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tismrot · 4 months
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UNHEALTHY, NEURODIVERGENT GOOD OMENS BRAINROT
It really gets to me - how my brain was my own (my obsessions, emotions and intrusive thoughts were about me, my life, my relationships) until I watched that last episode.
I’d seen Season 1 a couple of years back and thought it was cute. I noticed the #ineffablehusbands hashtag via Instagram and I remember thinking “aww” - I didn’t care all that much. It wasn’t a Thing for me.
And then I notice season 2 is out on Prime, I wait a couple of weeks to see it and then, having finished some other shows I needed something new to watch while walking on my treadmill.
First episodes were… cozy. I shamefully have to admit I went “oh, right, they had that impossible love thing going on” when watching these episodes, and I thought it would be nice if they got together by the end, and it certainly looked like it was heading there, in a meandering, fuzzy way.
By the fifth episode I’m quite invested, of course, and after Beelz and Gab revealed their love in episode six, I was like YEAH, now Aziraphale and Crowley kinda gotta, don’t they? Still no brainrot yet, just the regular “I’ve watched almost all of this show now and the main characters are into each other, so I’m rooting for them”.
And then, of course, the Final Fifteen. It took me from [casual viewer in her 30s] to [teenaged, autistic me, alone in my room all of the equivalent of junior high, obsessively teaching myself to read and understand Elvish, sewing elven dresses for myself that I wore to school, listening to nothing but Gregorian chants and the LotR soundtrack, watching the movie until the cassette was ruined].
I’ve now read Ars Goetia, Paradise Lost and Dante’s Inferno. I re-read all of Jane Austen (and I’m not even a fan). I bought the script book, I’ve read thousands of pages of fanfics, and I’ve written probably 300 myself (of which some is published. It’s not very good, but it’s there, I made it, it’s the child of my brain that was born from this obsession). I draw again, and I haven’t for years. Everything I do and say and feel finds a parallel or reference within then GO universe.
And. I mean. I may be autistic, but since the days in my room during my teen years, I have lived. I have been around the block and I haven’t kept my nose clean, I’ve been terrible and terrific and out there, I’m an extrovert and I’ve made so many friends and enemies, I have experiences. When I was 14, I had very little of that at all. I did not see the brainrot coming, I had no idea I was still capable, I thought my own life had been dramatic enough.
3 months later, and I still can’t sleep. I see them when I close my eyes. I watch other kind of media and make notes for my fic. I want to break free, but God knows I’ve fallen in love, and I am BROKEN over this. Give me season 3 or give me a stash that lasts until then.
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(This gif depicts me throwing Good Omens out of my brain)
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allysdelta · 4 months
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A while ago, while the Good Omens graphic novel was running its Kickstarter campaign, I saw the character designs for the Ineffable Duo and got inspired to create my own. Some of the details are still in flux, but I'm really quite pleased with how their basic looks have turned out and I'd like to draw them in comic form someday.
Notes on design and color choices under the readmore.
Though originally I'd intended for Aziraphale to be the shorter of the two, I like the implications that he still retains some vestiges of the angelic soldier he once was -- that hint in the way he carries himself that he could become very dangerous indeed if he has to. As a bonus, when Crowley became the smaller one, it emphasizes his personality, both as someone who must seek hiding places to avoid harm and as the guile hero who relies on his wits to survive and even thrive. So now we have a soft angel with a steel core and a pointy little garter snake of a demon.
They're not tied to any specific ethnicities, being celestial entities, but they both appear brown, partially because I like the nod to the Fertile Crescent housing the first known examples of human civilization, but largely because no one can stop me. Crowley ended up with a vaguely East Asian complexion and eyes, while Aziraphale has features that faintly echo the Middle East. Don't ask me about the halo of chestnut curls -- I don't know where that came from, but Aziraphale insisted.
Like his show counterpart's, Crowley's eyes get more snakelike when he's stressed, upset, angry, or exhausted. I gave him the presence of a sclera for the sake of facial expression, but because I didn't want to entirely lose the reptilian look, it now has a yellow tint. (I haven't designed his snake form yet, but it's based on a bush viper for their pretty scale textures and their cute little snub noses)
Aziraphale's eyes have a burst of sunlight yellow around the pupils, a feature I saw once on a real-life acquaintance and thought beautiful. The green-hazel irises are just 'cause I like them.
Surprising absolutely no one, Crowley's clothing scheme is blacks, grays, and reds, with flashes of silver. I haven't done any research on whether leather blazers were a thing in the late 80s, but it seemed very appropriate for him to wear, and it's a little nod to Neil Gaiman's liking for leather jackets as well.
Aziraphale wears heavenly colors (white, blue, gold) close to his chest, while the rest of his clothing grounds him with earth tones. He's just a little more up to date on fashion than the show's Aziraphale (whose clothes skew Victorian), but he still wears clothing that wouldn't look out of place in the 1950s.
I probably make Aziraphale a little too handsome compared to his descriptions in the book, but I like how it makes him all the more infuriating when he's being condescending. Like, you bastard, how dare you look that hot while you're lecturing me. Poor Crowley.
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asleepyy · 5 months
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Hello! I just did yet another reread of your comic, so here's a list of random things I love about it!! Sorry if this is a bit uuuhhhh MUCH but I just love your comic a lot, and want to share some of that love, and this seemed like the best way to go about that. So:
-The way Azazel's wings are so fluffy and Jophiel's are so sleek! Your stylization of them is so pretty.
-How you draw Azazel's hands always folded as if in prayer, or fiddling...even though the rest of him is often so still. Very true to Aziraphale, of course, but also fitting of an owl - still and always observing. But still, something that betrays that vigilance.
-Jophiel's honest-to-someone mullet in Mesopotamia. I love him so much. His little curls give me life.
-How Jophiel is always moving, angling his head in funny ways, pulling absurd expressions! He's so fun and mobile, which is just perfect to contrast our very sad and stationary owl.
-just a second being overwhelmed again at the fact that Azazel risked and gave up everything for Jophiel and continues to do so after Falling for him I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine this is fine.
-The way they are so in character in this!! I love reverse AUs but it's very hard to keep them in character in them. You do so flawlessly, to the point that as I find myself trying to imagine future story beats, I struggle to because I just see them acting the way they do in the canon. Stellar writing.
-Jophiel's wink in Mesopotamia. This deserves its own point in this list. As does Azazel finally getting to look happy in the frame after, even if it doesn't last...oh sweet owl...
-Azazel tugging on Jophiel's abaya in Golgatha...completely unnecessary to get his attention, didn't need to pull him closer or anything, but it's like the fiddling of his hands wasn't soothing enough and he needed to reach out in this moment of fear for Jophiel, always asking questions.
-The return of Jophiel's mullet in Heaven! Hell yeah
-help you draw Muriel SO cute.
-Azazel's "I've personally witnessed an Angel become an owl" PLEASE it's so devastating yet so funny
-Every time we get a little frame of just Jophiel's eyes reacting with sorrow and anger at moments when it's so, so clear Azazel was never meant to Fall. His eyes are SO expressive. I don't think your future sunglasses are gonna hide the fact that you're constantly glaring at god my guy.
-I really love the way you draw Jophiel's nose, it's gorgeous!
-Jophiel. Calls. Him. Angel. Need to lie down
-Seriously, I should've anticipated it, and I didn't, that's on me, but my HEART was not READY and I'm obsessed with this scene and its implications. The way Jophiel, deep down, doesn't even see Azazel as a demon ("you were an angel once" "that was a long time ago"). How pleased and adorable Azazel is at being referred to thusly (the little hair poofs!!!). The care they have long held for each other, in its unique and strange manifestations, revealing itself as a tangible burgeoning affection.
-Jophiel's declaration on the most recent page to protect Azazel, having no freaking clue that he's frankly 4500 years late to the game. Glad to have you here, your demon friend has been protecting YOU since before time was invented! Woo...but seriously, such a powerful and touching moment all around.
Anyway, I know this is ridiculously long, but goodness knows long comments on my GO fics always make ME very happy, so I figured you wouldn't mind. ;) I eagerly anticipate every update and bit of art, and when you make this comic into physical form, I will be camping out front of the pre-orders like it's a Black Friday sale. Tent and all. And snacks.
Take care!
🥹🥹😭😭 THANK YOU!!! This is super super sweet thank you for taking ur time to do this!!! I think I’d create the first physical copy when we finish season one of the show in the story, and then if interest is still high, a second physical copy for when we tackle season 2!
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notinusesworld · 5 months
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Could you do an ace!reader (can be human/angel/demon) x ace!crowley x ace!aziraphale established relationship where they just cuddle in bed and have a sweet conversation? I need something soft rn
a/n: this is such a cute idea! thank you for the request <3
“The night before Christmas” poly Aziraphale x human!reader x Crowley
synopsis: you are a human in the 21st century, you rent the apartment above aziraphale’s book shop. you eventually fell in love with your landlord and his boyfriend, a man known as crowley. (i could do something on how you ended up together if anyone is interested) it is christmas eve, after a long day of work you look forward to spending time in your boyfriends arms
warnings: none! purely romantic, no sexual undertones, g!n reader
words: ~600
requests are open
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9:17, you stayed behind today in work, you needed to complete a rather important project and decided to do it all today so you didn’t have to go back over the weekend. You feel the cold on the tip of your nose and on fingers through your gloves. The air is crisp and the ground is dry, it seems as it if may snow soon, you think to yourself. You sigh, your warm breath creates a cloud in the air around you. The streets are littered with bright lights and wreaths, London have always been beautiful over the holidays, you take in the scene as you start your walk to the tube to get home.
9:56, as you open the door to your apartment, you’re hit with a wave of warmth, the halls smell of jasmine, you feel a comfort wash over you. After putting away your things, you walk to your bedroom and put on a record of your favourite 60s/70s band before belly flopping on the bed. You stay like that for a moment, before then turn around, sitting on top of your sheets.
You scroll on your phone for a while, your eyes started to feel heavy. You hear familiar footsteps in your apartment, you smile to yourself and sit up as you hear the two men playfully bickering as they open your door. You’re met with Aziraphale’s beaming smile, he pulls you into a strong hug as Crowley walks around your bed, examining your cupboards. “Hello my dear! You’re home later then usual, is everything alright? You look tired.” The angel examines your facial features waiting for your reply, but before you get the chance to, Crowley chimes in, “This is my record! This was first addition you know! You could have at least asked for it!” You giggle as you watch him carefully put the record back into its sleeve.
You turn back to the angel, “Everything is perfect my love, I just did some extra work is all.” Crowley takes a seat on the other side of you on the bed, and places his head on your shoulder. “You stretch yourself too thin, your life is too short to be wasting it on such useless things.” Crowley adds, you nudge your shoulder at this, and he dramatically shouts “Ouch!”
“Oh come now you too!” Aziraphale laughs, “It’s Christmas tomorrow! It’s a time of cheer and good tidings,” he lays on the bed looking towards the sealing and wriggles against the pillow to get comfortable, you follow him, laying facing him, Crowley stays sitting looking at the two of you. “I’ve already got everything planned and organised, there will be a big roast dinner, and I have my presents prepared for you too” He smirks, clearly proud of himself.
“Well if I got either of you muppets a gift I wouldn’t be telling you, I’ve got to keep you both on your toes.” Crowley scoffs, he takes off his glasses and puts them on the bedside table. He then lays behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and snuggles his nose is the back of your neck. You laugh, “I’m sure you have Crowley, there’s no need to be coy with us.”
“What they said.” Aziraphale adds, “And besides, spending time together is better then any gift you could give us.” He smiles as he puts his arm over you and Crowley. You lean into his embrace and close your eyes, taking in their warmth. “Awh ain’t that cute,” He teases, snapping his fingers to make the lights turn off. “We should let y/n sleep now, they’re going to need it or they’ll be too exhausted to enjoy tomorrow.”
“Yes that sounds like a splendid idea.” Aziraphale whispers, kissing the top of your head, “I love you both.” He says softly as he takes Crowley’s hand. “I love you too.” You reply. Crowley smirks to himself, “Ditto”. Snow starts to fall and land on the window. The night feels quiet, only the breathing (and snoring) of your boyfriends can he heard. You slept like a baby that night.
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avocado-writing · 6 months
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I think maybe I need the husband's to fuck me while I wear something of theirs. Like a good hot sloppy dick down while wearing crowleys shades and watching them fog up. Or a romantic fuck in the park that started bc I got cold and zira gave me his cute blazer. Idk it sounds good for the soul I think it would fix me at least a little bit.
hypothetically, maybe crowley keeps trying to thumb the steam from the lenses as he fucks you, but gives up entirely because he doesn’t need to look you in the eyes to know that you’re enjoying this. he can tell it from the way you squeeze around him as he pushes inside, from the way you dig your nails into his back as he thrusts. from the little noises of pleasure you huff into his ear as he clutches you closer. when he kisses you, it’s funny for him to feel his own glasses bump his nose, but he can see the appeal.
hypothetically, maybe aziraphale looks at the way you fit his coat, maybe it’s too big and baggy or maybe it fits you just perfectly depending on your body type, and there’s something that ignites in his stomach. the idea of you being enveloped by him, encapsulated by a warmth he can bring you. so he lays you down on the picnic blanket and strips you of everything but his jacket and fucks you open with his thick cock, watching with rapture at the way you tug at the sleeves, bury your face in the fabric to catch the smell of him as he takes you under the starry sky.
hypothetically. maybe.
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straightupsickfics · 5 months
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A soft fall prompt for ineffable husbands: Rain 🌧️ / Leaves 🍁 / Warm drinks ☕️. Any combination of these would be so cute, ty friend 🤎
some soft, soggy angel for you <3
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"Angel, you're soaked," Crowley frowns as Aziraphale comes hurrying back into the bookshop, hair and coat dripping with rain. He's carrying two to-go cups with him, courtesy of the cafe across the street, and he's shivering enough that they're trembling somewhat ominously in his grip.
Aziraphale lifts his eyebrows in surprise, as though he hadn't even noticed. Probably hadn't, actually, too excited about whatever new treat he'd clearly just discovered.
"Just a little," Aziraphale tells him. "Look! Peppermint! That's for me. Black coffee for you. I'd have gotten you something more festive but I know—"
Crowley reaches out and takes both cups from the angel just in time for a sneeze to shiver through him, quick and damp and followed by a handful of sniffles.
"hh'Eishh'oo! Oh, excuse me, snf!"
"You were already under the weather, angel, you should've told me you wanted something—" Crowley starts.
"Oh, don't, it's quite alright my dear, it's just a chill. Even humans don't actually get sick from the rain, you know that's just an old myth."
Crowley's frown intensifies for a moment, but then he exhales, relaxing. There's really no point in arguing; Aziraphale's back now and what's done is done.
"Well, at least let me help you out of those wet things," Crowley offers. "M'sure you don't want to drag wet leaves through your shop," he adds, gesturing to his shoes when he can see Aziraphale gearing up to tell him it's not necessary.
Crowley sets the cups down on the small wooden table beside Aziraphale's overstuffed armchair, then turns back to where Aziraphale is rubbing at his nose. He's still shivering, and the desire to miracle him right back to health is almost overwhelming. It doesn't work like that, though. Unfortunately even angels have to recover the old fashioned way.
"Here," Crowley says, reaching gently around and helping Aziraphale out of his wet coat. His shirt is a little damp, too, and he runs his arms down the length of the angel's arms and chest, warming him through with his touch.
"Oh! Well, that is very nice," Aziraphale admits, cheeks turning pink from warmth or affection or both, and something inside Crowley goes warm, too, at being able to help him like this.
Aziraphale sits on his chair and lets Crowley help him take his shoes off, adding another little flourish of warmth through his socks for good measure. He might not be able to make him feel better, but he can make whatever fall cold Aziraphale has more bearable, anyway.
"h'Ushh'iew!"
Crowley drops a kiss to his nose in place of a bless you, which earns him a fond little smile. "You know, I think I am a little cold, now that I think about it." Aziraphale says, smiling pointedly up at Crowley.
"Mm?"
"Perhaps you should..." Aziraphale gives him another little look and Crowley rolls his eyes, but does what he knows Aziraphale wants and curls himself up just so on his lap.
"You know you can use your words, Angel, you certainly know more than enough of them," he teases, nuzzling into Aziraphale's hair. "Warm enough now?"
"Yes, well. This worked out as intended, I think," Aziraphale says with a congested little sigh. "Here, now, at least try this, it's delightful..."
Crowley accepts the coffee cup, taking a small, quick sip. He's not sure if angels and demons can share germs, but he figures they're well past that now, anyway.
"I'll let you enjoy that," Crowley says, making a face. "I'm good for now."
"Mm, me, too," Aziraphale agrees, letting his head rest against Crowley's shoulder, his eyes falling shut for a long minute. He probably won't sleep, Crowley knows, but they're both more than content to spend the rest of the afternoon just like this, curled up together while the rain falls steadily outside.
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hakunahistata · 2 months
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"GO Rocky Horror" excuse me???? give me a taste please
I'm shivering with anticipation over here
Tagging in @polychromicron-persei-8 who also asked about this! This is a delightful collaboration with @thescholarlystrumpet that was born from a conversation over discord and a severe lack of RHPS fics out there.
TL;DR Aziraphale attends a midnight screening with Muriel and who should be on the shadowcast? Our beloved Crowley.
Y'all it's been so fun.
“Wonderful, Muriel! And I see you brought your…is this your Dad?”  Crowley peered at the older man who was fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. Fuck, he really was cute: round, pink cheeks with an upturned nose, Cupid bow mouth. The sedate attire just made Crowley want to rough him up a little, get behind that shy exterior.  Muriel was giggling and leaned toward the mic again. “No, he’s my friend.”  “Uh huh,” Crowley acknowledged them, eyes still scoping out their friend. “Well, do you mind if I call him Daddy anyway?”  The audience hooted at this, someone making porno music bass noises as Crowley put some extra swing in his hips and offered his new plaything the mic.  “So, Daddy.” The man went wide-eyed but spoke clearly, in a slightly posh London accent. “Aziraphale.”  “Bless you! Anyway Daddy, you ever had a lap dance from a man dressed like a woman?”
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doctorcrowleywho · 1 year
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December 2. “What’s that smell… are you making cookies?” (Crowley x gn!reader)
25 Days of Ficmas - Day 2
“What’s that smell… are you making cookies?” (crowley x reader)
Word count - 1797
Warnings - Maybe a few curse words, but that’s it!
Pairing(s) - Crowley x gn! reader
Summary - A demon tries to bake Christmas cookies...
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Now Crowley desperately wanted to be a good partner. You somehow managed to make his Grinch-sized heart grow three sizes every time his golden serpent eyes caught a glimpse of you. He never expected nor exactly wanted to fall in love with a human, but there you were in the middle of the local plant store talking in a sickeningly adorable baby voice to some red roses. 
It wasn’t his fault you obviously had no idea how to treat plants.
So, naturally, he invited you over for a private lesson in all things plant care. However, an hour conversation/demonstration turned into a quick chat over drinks, and a quick chat over drinks turned into…well this isn’t that kind of story. 
The point was he loved you and wanted to do something special for you. Especially, since Christmas was apparently your favorite time of year. Even though he may hate how commercialized it’s become, he did adore how your face lit up every time Rodolph the red-nose reindeer came on the TV. So, with a quick chat with Aziraphale, he determined that humans loved Christmas cookies.
“Well from what I’ve read they make them into little trees and stockings. It's honestly quite cute and even ni-” Aziraphale paused eyeing Crowley who raised his eyebrow in the least menacing way possible.
“And you’re sure they’ll like this?” he asked propping his chin on the palm of his hand. Honestly, he was trying to fathom why anyone would enjoy eating little trees. But, then again he wasn’t human…..or Aziraphale.
“Positive, all you need to do is get the ingredients and start baking. I can put together a list if you’d like I-” Aziraphale began trying his best to hide the pride in his voice, baking was his specialty. Over quarantine, he spent countless nights making every kind of pastry you could possibly imagine.
“Nope I’m fine I don’t need a list, right I’ll be off thanks angel!” the demon sauntered out of his bookshop speeding away in the Bentley before Aziraphale could get another word in.
“I don’t need a list, lists scare me, nope lists are scared of me,” he muttered to himself as he slowly realized he had no bloody idea what he was doing. But, if any old human can bake cookies then so can Anthony Janthony Crowley. He was a demon for someone's sake!
With a screeching halt, he parked the Bentley in front of your favorite grocery store before heading in like he owned the place. He wasn’t even five steps before he saw something that horrified even him. Old ladies were fighting with kind dads in front of their kids for the last box of marked down corn flakes, a stressed-out mother peeled past him with her cart filled with nothing but milk and eggs, and a very determined teenager ran at mock speeds to grab the last boxes of jammie dodgers on the self. It was a war zone in there. 
Crowley glanced down at his overpriced watch and an annoyed sigh left his mouth. “Oh today is black Friday, I forgot I invited that,” he mumbled before turning on his heel making the safe decision to just miracle everything up.
Once he stepped into his flat he made it his own personal mission to make you some come hell or high water. With a flawless snap of his fingers, all the ingredients someone would ever need to make cookies appeared in front of him. “Right, cookies…cookies….cookies…cOoKiEs-” an inhuman hiss left his mouth “, Crowley saying cookies over and over again won’t make this any easier.” he lectured himself as he grabbed the flour ripping the bag open when-
POOF
He let out several coughs as he had to wave his arms around to clear the giant mushroom cloud of flour. White fluffy flour was everywhere, on every surface, every ingredient, and especially all over him and his black clothes. “Well that could have gone better,” he muttered to himself as he removed his glasses which no longer served their purpose as they were coated in flour. However, to his surprise, some managed to get into the mixing bowl. 
Next was eggs, how could he possibly mess up eggs right? There was no way! Confidently he added the first two cracking them open and cringing as he realized how slimy they were on the inside. “Oh this is ridiculous,” he grumbled grabbing the entire carton and simply dumping all the eggs into the bowl. Whoever said demons weren’t efficient was obviously lying, which is what a demon should do but never about your own kind! 
He continued chaotically putting each ingredient in as he somehow began to nervously sweat, the realization drawing on him even more that he really didn’t know what he was doing. But, he was damned if he was going to give up, you deserved homemade cookies and that’s what you were going to get! 
Finally, he was done with his masterpiece with twelve interestingly shaped tree, snowmen, and stocking-shaped cookies on a cookie sheet. With one more snap of his fingers, the oven roared to life brimming with a temperature that would make hellfire jealous. Sighing with relief he leaned against the counter whipping his forehead with the back of his hand, which smeared an unfortunate mixture of egg, butter, and a bit of icing across his face. 
At least they were finally cooking, and oh how they cooked. Slowly, he began to clean up the mess that was known as a snake in the kitchen when all of a sudden things began to get very hot. Hotter than they should when he’s in the room.
Turning around to put the extra milk away in the fridge his eyes widened and he couldn’t help but stop and stare mystified by the sight in front of him. Great flames of orange licked to life trying their best to crawl out of the doors of the oven. The oven was on fire “Hahaha nice,” he thought out loud THE BLOODY OVEN WAS ON FIRE AND YOUR COOKIES WERE INSIDE “, oh SHI-” he shrieked snapping his fingers one last time making everything settle down. 
Quickly, he yanked the tray out of the oven and threw it onto the counter with a loud clatter. Wide golden eyes examined the crime scene in front of him.  “This is a sight that would make even Aziraphale cry.” he hissed running his hands down his face no longer caring how much mess he spread. To be fair the now burnt to a fine crisp cookies were a sight to make anyone cry. They looked as if you just took a blow torch to an unsuspecting snowman family.
“Icing I can save this with icing!” he desperately grabbed the two tubs of red, white, and green icing and got to work. Somehow he managed to make things even worse. To be fair he was a demon, not a decorator. 
How on earth was he supposed to know what a happy snowman was supposed to look like? Everything was crumbling to utter pieces, the more icing he put on things the more it melted off. Once he ran out of icing he was left with a horror show of snowmen that looked more like they wanted to kill you than hug you. Of course, that’s when you decided to come home. 
“Crowley you won’t believe the utter bullshit I had to endure to get Aziraphale his Christmas gift!” he heard you call from the entrance. Maybe you’d walk right to the bedroom and leave him to clean up, or at least that’s what he hoped. And, that’s what you almost did- until you got a nose full of the smells coming from the kitchen, 
“What’s that smell… are you making cookies?” you paused setting the french cookbook down on a random chair before walking into the kitchen and you had to fight every muscle in your body not to laugh. 
“Angel your home early! I can um explain?” he jumped in front of the kitchen counter trying his utter best to cover up the tray of murder suspects. 
“Oh, my-Crowley…what happened here? What did you-why were you-how did you get flour there that's very impressive-what??” you stumbled on your words trying to wrap your head around the sight in front of you. To be fair he did look very cute covered head to toe in flour and other substances. 
“I wanted to make you cookies because Aziraphale said that’s what every human likes during the Christmas season, so I did. But, making cookies is a lot harder than you humans make it out to be! So, um merry Christmas?” he choked out the end looking up at you with the most defeated stare in the universe. 
“Oh my little snowman whatever am I going to do with you,” you tsked gently walking up to him gently wrapping your arms around him. Quickly, you got onto the tops of your toes stealing a kiss from his lips, and that's when you reached around him grabbing a cookie. 
“Oh star I wouldn’t I-,” He gulped nervously realizing it was too late as you took a bite. It was then that he heard an awful amount of crunching. Cookies weren’t supposed to crunch that much.
You were bound and determined to not bruise his ego, but this cookie was making it awfully difficult. Praying on each and every god in the whole universe you had to fight every muscle in your body not to practically throw up. “Mmmm delicious,” you said trying to give him a pathetic smile. You fought your body once more as you forced yourself to swallow the bite. 
“How was it?” he asked raising both eyebrows not understanding how he got so lucky with you. 
“Oh, amazing-”
“Love I’m a demon I know when you’re lying.”
“Terrible, but the heart was there.” you smiled kissing his cheek before trying to rub away an icing smudge with your thumb. 
His gaze softened as he looked down at you, his Christmas star. The human that shone brighter than that damn star in Bethlehem. “Right, how about I get changed and take you out to your favorite bakery for some professionally made cookies?” he suggested running his hand through a few strands of your hair. 
“Oh you read my mind, I’ll work on the kitchen.” you beamed as you began your search for the proper cleaning supplies. 
As Crowley ventured into the bedroom to change into a different black outfit, you couldn’t help but think about how excited you were for this Christmas. As long as you kept Crowley away from the oven everything would be fine.
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sagaelle · 7 months
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@zabrisker Just for you.
Little smutty fanfiction with Aziraphale and Crowley, and some nasty dreams.
When dreams come true.
The sun streamed through the windows of the bookstore. The soft light of spring illuminated the shelves full of books of this small shop. The specks of dust swirled happily in the rays of sunshine while the owner of the establishment put his little round glasses on the end of his nose to re-read, once again, one of his precious treasures.
It was already well into the afternoon when the phone rang, startling the reader. He put down his glasses, annoyed to be disturbed during one of his readings. He got up to pick up and repeat, as he has done every day for years:
“Sorry but we are closed at this time. »
No sooner had he finished his sentence than his interlocutor had hung up. He sighed and sat down again when the phone rang again. And once again :
"Sorry we're clo..."
"You're so cute when you're annoyed. »
Our bookseller stopped immediately upon hearing this voice. He recognized it, the shivers it gave him couldn't fool him. It was Him. It had been months since he'd felt those shivers, except in his most... shameful dreams. He had missed that voice so much, but he was torn between the joy of hearing it, of knowing that He was back, and the anger of not having heard from Him for months, for over a year, to tell the truth.
After their last meal at the Ritz to taste the new “summer” crepes recipe which was just a plate of crepes with ice cream. Delicious the crepes as always, but the ice cream was disappointing. It was the last time he had seen His friend, partner, best friend. The last time he saw His eyes.
Since then, not a day went by that he didn't worry about Him. Had his peers found Him? Did they hurt Him? To punish Him for having fraternized with the enemy? Reading was his only escape. And when evening came, when he decided he wanted to sleep, he dreamed of Him. Every night, he saw His face again, His eyes brighter than the Sun, which He had created himself, His demonic smile which contained much more kindness than He wanted to show.
He was simply dreaming of his missing friend, you might say. But it was so much more than that. He could smell Him, he could see Him walking and lighting up a room with His presence. He imagined running his hand through His flamboyant hair. He imagined Him taking off His tight clothes to finally reveal His skin, which our bookseller imagined so soft. He wanted to touch Him so badly, touch His face, touch His lips, touch His body. Desire. He discovered desire, which is a human trait. He had desire for Him. For his best friend. He dreamed every night of the softness of His lips on his, he imagined His friend kissing Him passionately but tenderly. He saw His hands and long fingers under his clothes, pulling it away one by one. In those moments he wondered why he wore so many clothes, while His friend wore only pants and a simple shirt, very easy to remove. At least, that's what he imagined. He is ashamed of his dreams. Ashamed to imagine His friend's tongue roaming his neck, biting him and making him moan. Ashamed to imagine His friend whispering to him that He liked to hear him moan like this. Ashamed to imagine His friend telling him that He wanted to make love to him, there, right now on his desk. Yet he imagined Him very well, removing His black clothes, one by one, while looking him straight in the eyes. He could imagine Him very well in front of him, completely naked, His skin shiny and so tempting. His friend ordered him to remove his clothes, he obeyed and found himself completely naked too. Naked and terribly embarrassed. They had chosen male bodies to incarnate on Earth, even though neither had a gender. Always in his most shameful dreams, he imagined His friend kissing him passionately, embracing him, he felt their bodies touching, their masculinity brushing against each other. Even though it was a dream, he felt so embarrassed, shy and yet he was in his own dream. He wanted this to happen, he wanted to feel the warmth between their bodies, he wanted to feel His friend's hands around his sex. The first time he dreamed of His friend touching him, he woke up sweating, moaning and with a real erection. Not the first of his life on Earth, but the first so painful that he had to relieve himself. He was so ashamed of having done that, but God forgive him, imagining His friend's hand going back and forth on his blood-swollen cock, until he orgasmed, until he moaned His name, was a pleasure, almost divine.
He had started over several times. His dreams becoming more and more pornographic, his erections more and more frequent. He was masturbating thinking of Him, of his dreams where His friend was on his knees in front of him, putting one hand on his trembling hip, the other hand holding his penis while his demonic tongue slowly rolled around his erection. Ripping him shivers and moans. His hands clung to the desk behind him. He couldn't look at Him, too embarrassed. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, his mouth parted and his breath cut off. He imagined the sensations it could give him. He had never, except when he has his solitary pleasures, known sexual acts. Where did he get all his images from then? Was he using adult sites or movies? Oh no, of course not! Don't forget, we're talking about a bookseller, an avid reader. Who realized that putting himself in the place of a character from one of his books and imagining His friend in the place of another person, was very... lucrative for his imagination. He wanted to feel His tongue around his penis, he wanted it to be him who made him come by shouting His name.
He had also dreamed of 2 different situations. In the first, His friend asked him to turn around after licking and sucking his member for a few minutes.
“Do you trust me my angel? asked His friend then.
" Ye.. yes. replied the blond bookseller in a trembling voice.
He felt His friend's hands on his buttocks, massaging them delicately. Then without warning, he felt a slight pain on his right buttock that shook him and excited him at the same time. He had just received a spanking. His friend had already spanked him, in fact. He had drunk too much and found that the angel didn't walk fast enough. He had obviously apologized and even if the angel had seemed upset, he had, in fact, liked it.
But back to the dream. Our blond is leaning forward on his desk, completely naked, with a powerful erection and a nice hand mark on his right buttock, behind him stands His friend, just as excited. As our angel closed his eyes, he felt a hot, wet tongue on his right buttock, followed by soft kisses, then again that tongue slowly gliding to an area no one but its owner had touched. He could feel the tongue rising from his testicles to the top of his buttocks and he couldn't hold back his moans as the tongue moved back and forth and gently forced entry into this forbidden zone. He wanted to know this feeling so badly, he wanted to feel His friend's tongue entering him, he wanted to feel his Friend's fingers inside him, to prepare him, he wanted to feel His friend's hard and hot cock entering him and snatch cries of pleasure from him. He wanted to shout His friend's name while the latter picked up the pace while biting the blonde's shoulder to stifle His own cries because He only wanted to hear the cries of the one who had excited Him for so long. He wanted to hear His friend tell him that He was going to come, because he excited Him too much, the stimulation of a relationship between them was too strong for Him to take any longer. They then enjoyed both.
But in the second situation, it was him who dominated. It was him who pushed His friend on the desk and asked Him to sit on the desk. It was him who took Him in the mouth and made Him moan unrestrained. It was him who ran his tongue over His entrance and inserted his fingers to prepare Him for sex. He wanted as much to feel His friend's cock inside him as to penetrate His friend and make Him scream with pleasure. He wanted to hear His friend begged him to pick up the pace, go harder and deeper inside Him as He masturbates until they both cum, staring into each other's eyes. Our clean little blond angel was perhaps more demonic, more dominant than he let on.
He wanted to experience sex pleasure with Him and only Him. It wasn't just sex, the angel was in love. Madly in love, for a very long time, since that dark evening in that church where His demonic friend saved his precious books. That evening, at that precise moment, the angel fell in love with a demon. His demon.
Since that day, not a night goes by that he doesn't dream of them. At first it was totally innocent dreams, just them, happy, far from all the problems that their hierarchy could bring them. But the more he looked at His demon, the more his desire increased. At first he suppressed everything, like his feelings, but soon he could no longer resist the golden gaze of the one who occupies all his thoughts.
So when he didn't hear from Him for over a year, his world came crashing down. He needs Him, he can't live without Him, he can't exist without Him. But that's it, His friend, His partner, His best friend, His Demon is back.
Our bookseller was still lost in his naughtiest thoughts, still holding the phone to his ear when he felt a presence behind him. Barely had the time to turn around, that His demon was standing in front of him, very close to him, a Machiavellian smile at the corner of his mouth, his hands in his pockets. He looked at his friend, the angel, up and down, his smile widening when he noticed that the angel's pants were a little too tight below the waistband. It was not to displease Him. He suppressed his sexual urges towards his favorite bookseller for a long time. He's a demon, don't forget. He was not going to miss this opportunity to finally satisfy his desires with the angel who occupies his heart and his head.
He then looked at his friend, his partner, his best friend, his fantasy straight in the eye, those innocent blue eyes that contained so much mischief and said in a deep, hoarse voice:
“You seem happy to see me my cherub, it's mutual. »
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soapcan18 · 8 months
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Ngl I’m a little upset they changed the origins so that Aziraphale and Crowley met BEFORE Eden, when they were both angels. Like that scene was adorable and I get the whole point of it was to set up why Azi thought Crowley would want to go back to Heaven as an angel at the end of s2 but… if your major-cliffhanger-breakup scene only works because of something you shoehorned into the story that wasn’t originally there, does it really even have much value? Plus I liked when Eden was where they first met. It was interesting to see them form their Agreement and relationship and fall in love despite being “hereditary enemies” and coming from two completely different sides of a coin. Plus they were just so… innocent? Is that the right word? in that scene because they were two beings on opposite sides, trying to make sense of the jobs they were given and the plan God had for everything up ahead. Slowly falling in love with the Earth and each other. It was really sweet. But by putting in their NEW “meet-cute,” it changes that, and implies that Azi only fell in love with Crowley because he was previously an angel, not just because he was a “nice” demon and showed him a different side to things. (Also Crowley doing the wing thing just felt VERY on the nose idk how to feel abt that. But it was cute.) Although I will admit you could argue that Azi always saw him as previously an angel since that’s what Crowley, a demon, is by definition. And of course a lot can be said about how Aziraphale has always been manipulated by Heaven, and that finale was just showing how he needs to break free from their hold on him by himself before he can be with Crowley. I mean all in all I don’t have that much of an issue with this change, and it doesn’t even ruin my enjoyment of the series. It just kinda rubs me the wrong way and I don’t know why? Anyways, decisions were made this season and I don’t agree with all of them, but I still had a lot of fun watching it, and I have high hopes for s3 whenever that comes :)
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