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kojtolina · 1 month
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In Love's Secret Domain
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Dear Diary,
I miss writing my entries in you. These days I write them in my mind in hope that one day I will remember.
I use my beloved pen to sign heavenly documents, but making private notes is out of question.
It's too dangerous! So I'm thinking this instead, as I work.
My personal investigation seems stuck as new urgent documents pile on my desk. I keep falling into slumber and having the mostq vivid, pleasant dreams about Crowley. In last one I saw a vision of our life together.
We were officially married, which I felt rather than saw.
We owned a lovely cottage surrounded by lush garden, thriving under Crowley's hands.
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eviebane · 6 months
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dinkabell-art · 2 months
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First Day in Heaven (Page 1-10).
Thank you for your comments, they give me life <3
Page 7 inspiration: https://www.stainedglassinc.com/window/2466-white-lily-angel/
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thatineffablewitch · 3 months
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And if Aziraphale falls in season 3? If they chuck him out those huge windows and he falls for what feels like an eternity, only for Crowley to catch him at the bottom? For him to realize heavens love was always conditional and not real, but Crowley is there to catch him? Crowley still loves him, will hold him while he cries and insist everything will be alright, despite everything that’s happened between them? Crowley has always and will always love him unconditionally? When Aziraphale realizes every version of him was always worthy of love?
What then, hm? We all just sob together?
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midnights-dragon · 7 months
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"What are you waiting for, Supreme Archangel? Do it."
I had this idea in my brain that Crowley's post-divorce depression gives him a lot more snakelike attributes,,, and perhaps Aziraphale is sent down to prove his loyalty by eradicating 'a demon', and doesn't realize who it is until...
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Ignore the fact that I still can't do backgrounds and appreciate the sword I love how I did the fire… otherwise I have no idea what I’m doing but hey turned out alright
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the-amethyst-artist · 4 months
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“Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know.”
Fallen Crowley, all she ever did was ask question. Based on the painting “The Lament for Icarus”
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quif555h · 7 months
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guess who's turn it is to say " i forgive you" 🤭
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kseniaallis · 7 months
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I always wanted to make a video edit for Crowley and Aziraphale, but it never felt quite as right, as this music with Alan Watts’ words. So here it is. As heartbreaking as it can be.
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corvusuwak · 8 months
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:(
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stuckwiththesnakeboi · 3 months
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Excerpt from the fic I'm working on :)
"His mind is racing, racing, racing, and for once he wants it to shut up —
Aziraphale tugs Crowley back in and kisses him, drawing an adorable squeak from the demon, who for all his ministrations had apparently not anticipated this outcome.
After a moment, Crowley begins kissing back in earnest.
It isn’t a particularly graceful kiss — neither of them have much experience in this area, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because it’s Crowley, and Aziraphale loves everything about the dorky demon with whom he fell in love.
It takes him a few seconds to realize that Crowley is crying."
It's a prequel for Don't Let Me Go, which I think I'm going to expand a lot further on because it's my favorite thing I've ever written.
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primalbeatsourhearts · 7 months
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"Apples"
Wrote a lil thing based off a post I saw! Got very inspired so enjoy :D
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Aziraphale has tasted a lot of things.
Of course, the first thing his tongue tasted was the rough meat of an ox. It was rich, and savory. It's juices surprisingly sweet, flowing from his lips as he devoured upon the meat in which he had gone so long avoiding, but now wondering why he avoided it so.
After his first meal, he searched for anything to even come close to the same enjoyment he had when he first put the meat upon his tongue.
From the fishy taste of Mai Mai, to the creaminess of his first ice cream. Aziraphale tried it all. Of course he had his favorites, his mouth still watered at the mere thought of Sushi even though it's been a few centuries since he first had it.
He still loved going to the Ritz, even though now he's had every meal on the menu at least once.
But there was always, always, one thing Aziraphale actively avoided.
Apples.
He had never tried a single apple. Not the fruit itself, though it's red shine always tempted Aziraphale over. He never had Apple Pie, or Apple Pudding. Nothing with a taste of apple had ever entered his mouth.
Of course, he could just excuse it as though he didn't wish to end up like Adam and Eve. After all, Apples were one of the biggest 'do not touch' signs in existence and Aziraphale was a good angel to avoid them. At least, that was the excuse he loved to tell himself. That he was a good angel.
He didn't realize what he was waiting for, until he tasted the flavor of Apples for the first time. He didn't realize what he was waiting for, until Crowley kissed him in that moment.
Apples. Crowley tasted like Apples.
Of course, Aziraphale didn't know how he knew this. He didn't know how apples tastes tart at first, almost bitter. Before slowly revealing the sweetness inside. Just like who Crowley was.
Aziraphale couldn't stop tasting him, took everything in him not to grab Crowley tighter as the demon pulled away. The angel wished he could see his eyes, but the pain radiating from him was enough to send Aziraphale staggering.
How dare he. Tempt him with the Apples he so avoided. Show him everything he would miss with a single bite. Show him the knowledge that he craved knowing Aziraphale would leave it behind.
Leave it behind he did. Yet he still couldn't stop eating them. Any meals brought to him now were of apple flavor, once again trying to find something that mimicked that first meal. Yet nothing was ever satisfying.
Nothing was like the Apple he truly wanted.
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dinkabell-art · 2 months
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Thank you, thank you everyone for all your love and support. The response has been a bit overwhelming. Thank you.
Aziraphale as a character means so much to me. He deserves all the hugs. I’m glad you agree.
(Inspiration for page 7 linked above).
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phantomram-b00 · 1 month
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Amoral Sun
I look upon you as you so told me to do
Despite my eyes burn with slowed agony
I still look upon awaiting for warm kindness
Only to be meet with enraged silence
Yet I obliged to follow with my now scorched eyes
But like you, Amoral sun
I use your flames to stand my ground
But your intimidating burns through my wound
Ones you already left inside my soul
Yet I still look upon you to reach for you
The owl spoke their wisdom to me:
‘The amoral sun will burn you sweet Icarius—“
It wasn’t until your last fury that I understood.
“Don’t give into their warm embrace”
So I listen and walk away yet I look back
And like Eurydice I’m back to your warm embrace
Only to burn like for flying too close to you like Icarius
You speak of hell fire that could destroy me
Yet your false gentleness is just as brutal
Killing me ever so slowly from the inside
Alas what could we do now?
You outsmarted me at this game I wasn’t playing
So I can only give you my insincere smile
Because you gave me the enrage hope:
Maybe never to win battles but to win this war
Ramblings in 3……2…….1
So I know I said I wasn’t gonna do it again. But after today, I just need to put up an angst. I’m better don’t worry, I wrote this a while ago whilst I was angry, but just why not. I love angst. And I think after reading my mutual’s poem (which if you haven’t plz check him out, their user is Crowleys-hips here, they also do fanfic and he a cool person ^v^) it give me inspiration to do it again. Like before this one also Aziraphale pov, for some reason the sun was also my inspiration for this poem. Like I said won’t do these too often, however if I do get inspiration then I might do it again. Can’t make any promises. I can say this was nice to do and help calm me down a bit.
So ig if you made it this far, TLDR: Anger + Sun + Aziraphale = Angst Good Omens Poem.
But I need to get back to drawing so I can finish the welcome home drawing. And yeah, hope you are having a good day Ghostly Pals and hope you guys are ready for spring break or spring overall.
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robertdownerjunior · 7 months
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post s2 go
aziraphale comes to ask crowley for help, pretending nothing is wrong. crowley also pretends nothing is wrong, but doesn't say yes.
all he did since they met was help aziraphale. zira knows it himself, he loves helping him. acts of service has been his love language.
so when zira comes to ask crowley for help as his last resort, thinking it's safe that crowley will always say yes, it's a special type of pain when the door closes on him.
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the-amethyst-artist · 6 months
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Do it again…
Repost cuse it’s all I’ve been thinking about since Rob Wilkins made that announcement.
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carbonated-p-oopwater · 8 months
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uh oh papercut
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