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#crowley x arizaphale
alessiacielarta day ago
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鈥淪ome legends tell that sun and moon are two star-crossed lovers who can only meet during the so-dreaded eclipses. But when one鈥檚 soul is weary and lonely, the moon can be a listening friend, although silent, a soothing view, a muse, a companion as flawed as we are.鈥濔煂曗湪
It seems I totally forgot to post my illustrations for our beloved @adastracalendar (which you can still buy btw! You鈥檒l find the link in Ad Astra鈥檚 bio). This one is a collab with the super talented @stormyphoenixx on AO3 馃枻 she wrote such a romantic short story that deeply inspired me, I hope this piece has done justice in bringing her words to life 馃寵
Of course, check out stormyphoenixx's lovely work! Here's the link to her story:聽
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ineffably-planned4 days ago
Crowley: I slept for 12 hours but I might still be tired so let鈥檚 go for 12 more just in case
Aziraphale: Crowley, that鈥檚 a coma
Crowley: sounds festive
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ineffably-planned4 days ago
Crowley: I鈥檓 a reverse necromancer
Aziraphale: isn鈥檛 that just killing people?
Crowley: ah, technicality.
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artemis-pendragon5 days ago
I got my sister into Hannibal and she got me into Good Omens and we were cackling last night about the difference between the Crowley/Aziraphale and Hannigram "fuck everyone else come run away with me" breakups like on the one hand we have what's essentially a middle school breakup, and on the other there's Hannibal who's like "you BETRAY Hannibal?? You kick his body like the football?? Oh!! Oh!! Jail for Will!! Jail for Will for One Thousand Years!!" and then guts him and kills their adopted daughter
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trasmouthdiangelo6 days ago
Imma draw some ineffable husbands fanart what do yall think?
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tastymoves11 days ago
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Almost Apocalypse (Good Omens), South Downs Cottage (Good Omens), Fix-It of Sorts, Getting Together of Sorts, Misunderstandings, Not Actually Unrequited Love, 6000 Years of Pining (Good Omens), 6000 Years of Slow Burn (Good Omens), Mutual Pining Summary:
Wood scratches over marble as Crowley slides something across the countertop. 鈥淲hat is this?鈥
Aziraphale swallows.
Before him sits a wooden box. A box he鈥檚 kept secret. For a lot of very good reasons.
They've moved to the South Downs a year ago. And for a year, Aziraphale has been keeping secrets from Crowley.
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bananas-are-good11 days ago
I finished watching Good Omens and yesterday so now my head is bursting with fic ideas
I鈥檝e started something so please let me know what you think so far and if I should continue it!
World: Good Omens
Voice: 1st person (narrated by God)
Characters: Purgatory (new created by moi), Aziraphale, Crawly (in this part)
A figure trudged through the rain over mounds of sand, towards the figures on the huge wall surrounding the Garden of Eden. In a pale green dress that seemed to be rippling, she walked with a surprising human-ness, considering she wasn鈥檛. The angel and the demon watched her from their perch on the wall, intrigued to see who this figure was. It could not be Adam or Eve, for their figures were already far in the distance. And why would they come back? So the demon and the angel waited until finally, sopping wet and rainwater steaming through her entire body, the figure stopped at the wall.
鈥業鈥檓 stuck at the foot of a huge wall,鈥 she thought, 鈥榓nd I need to get up.鈥 The wall really was huge. Easily the same size as the Big Ben, although the Big Ben wasn鈥檛 coming into being for another couple millennia yet, so really the Big Ben was the same size as this wall. Anyway, back to the figure in the flowy green dress. She stared at the wall, inspecting the secure cracks in between the sturdy bricks that made them. She had barely any idea of who she was, or why she was staring at this wall. She only knew that she was a being in a pale green dress that was fairly important to the world she was standing in. She also knew that she had to get up that wall. The girl tried with all her might to get up that wall. She envisioned herself floating up, she unsuccessfully tried to climb it. She even tried to jump, as if it was going to do anything.
Meanwhile, the angel and the demon - who are better known as Crowley and Aziraphale (although at this moment in time Crowley was not Crowley, but Crawly, as he was a snake at first) - were getting impatient.
鈥淲e should see what she wants,鈥 Crawly suggested. Crawly had only just been put into the body he was in, but you could already tell what kind of person he was. He had snakelike amber eyes with a slit down the middle, a skinny body and red hair (long and curly) to match where he came from. He was a demon, yes, but he had been an angel before, and his smile showed that. Another fact about Crawly - well, Crowley - was that he would also find a certain interest for a rock band named Queen in the future.
鈥淪he may not be a she. I do not know what we should do,鈥 Aziraphale replied. Aziraphale, like Crawly, was new in his body. He was plumper than Crawly and had cropped blonde hair that was almost white, and his grey-blue eyes exuded kindness. At this moment in time, Aziraphale was pure angel, through and through. He would not be pure angel his entire life. Aziraphale would also open up a bookshop in Soho, and find an appetite for French crepes, which got him in a struggle many a time.
鈥淢ight as well. We鈥檙e the only five beings on the planet right now, she鈥檚 probably important.鈥
Aziraphale nodded to this and a swirl of fire engulfed the girl in the pale green dress at the bottom of the wall and brought her up to the top, depositing her in front of Crawly. She looked around in bewilderment, like someone would if they had suddenly been transported to where they needed to be by a swirl of fire that didn鈥檛 burn them in the pouring rain.
鈥淲ho are you?鈥 Crawly demanded. No hello, no 鈥榗ome out of the rain鈥, just, 鈥榳ho are you?鈥. It was unsurprising really, he was a demon after all. Aziraphale introduced himself and Crawly and pushed him along, allowing the girl in the pale green dress to stand in between the demon and the angel. Crawly was hurt at the tiny betrayal of his only friend (if you could even call him that), but at the time didn鈥檛 know so.
鈥淗ello. I am Aziraphale, an angel, and this is Crawly, a demon. We look after the Garden of Eden. Who might you be?鈥
The girl in the pale green dress stretched out her fingers and looked at the men beside her. The beings beside her returned her gaze. Her hair was brown, long and flowing, with a wreath of vines crowning her head. She had deep blue eyes like the ocean but also like the sky. Her skin was not caramel, nor white like the demon and the angel. It seemed permanently tanned, yet green as well? Either way, she fitted perfectly together, and even though at the time she didn鈥檛 know, her colours represented the land they were standing on.
鈥淚 cannot tell you,鈥 she replied. 鈥淔or I do not know.鈥
She was well spoken like the angel, but overtime, as she lived with those in this world, her voice would change.
鈥淲hat do you mean, you don鈥檛 know?鈥 The demon scoffed. 鈥淵ou can鈥檛 not know.鈥
鈥淚 do not!鈥 She protested. 鈥淚 am utterly and wholly new. I have been built for a purpose, for this world. For I am...鈥
The girl searched for the word in her mind, the demon and the angel watching her. Aziraphale was almost bouncing with the suspense and Crawly was rolling his eyes, fed up.
鈥淲hat the hell is that?鈥 Crawly spluttered.
鈥淚 know,鈥 Aziraphale told him, looking out at the desert in front of him as he strained to remember. 鈥淲e were taught this as children. I remember. Purgatory is where those who have sinned can live and redeem themselves before arriving at heaven.鈥
鈥淲ell, we both know that isn鈥檛 true,鈥 Crawly muttered. Purgatory, if we call her that at the moment, nodded.
鈥淚 also know that it isn鈥檛 true. My role, if I have understood correctly, is an unusual one. I... interview those who have died. I tell them that they have passed away and interview them, and then choose if they go to Heaven or Hell. I think.鈥
Crawly and Aziraphale spoke at the same time.
鈥淥nly the Almighty chooses!鈥 Aziraphale protests.
鈥淲hat, so you鈥檙e basically Death鈥檚 spokesman?鈥 Crawly asked.
鈥淣o, and yes. I choose where they go. I think. And yes, in a sense. Although that鈥檚 really all I do.鈥
Crawly and Aziraphale had come to different conclusions here. One believed that this girl, the one who represented Purgatory - whatever that was - worked for the Almighty, and was in fact just a form of him. The other believed she consorted with Death.
鈥淪o you must be on my side!鈥 Both the demon and the angel declared.
Purgatory laughed now, a sweet thing like a brook bubbling through a forest. 鈥淚 am on neither of your sides. I am on my own side. I am created only for the Earth, and it is my sole duty to serve for it.鈥
鈥淪o you control the Earth?鈥 Crawly asked. 鈥淏ecause that鈥檚 not right. The head offices control the Earth.鈥
鈥淚 do not control the Earth,鈥 Purgatory replied. The only thing she did know.
鈥淐ontrol time?鈥
鈥淚 do not know.鈥
鈥淐hange the weather?鈥
鈥淚 do not know.鈥
鈥淚 do not know.鈥
鈥淪o you basically just interview the dead?鈥 Crawly scoffed again.
Aziraphale, astounded by his acquaintance鈥檚 awfully rude behaviour, tried to comfort Purgatory.
鈥淭here must be a reason you are here, in the first day of the rest of mankind. Tell us.鈥
鈥淚 stop the world from overcrowding. I take all those lonely souls, so cold, and I warm them. I am their last friend. Or so I鈥檓 told.鈥
Purgatory was confused, her brain was only just learning to process things. Purgatory did not yet know what her purpose was, but I do, and so I shall tell you it. Purgatory was not created just to be an interviewer for the dead, but also a a welcomer to the world. No, she could not perform miracles, or control the world. But she could control the areas around her for a limited time. She could speed up harvests, create new green life. So, in a sense, she could control the weather, just in her own unique way. Purgatory was created to be the example of a perfect human; but if she would keep to that title, no one knew. In the bigger picture, Purgatory was mostly useless, almost like a warden. But she wasn鈥檛 not important.
In those moments as Purgatory speculated the lack of knowing in her head, Aziraphale and Crawly realised that the girl stood between them was in fact important. She navigated through life like a fawn learning to walk for the first time, but Crawly and Aziraphale swore to themselves, there and then, that they would look after this girl who represented the planet they were standing on.
Content, they stood tall, despite the rain. Purgatory, however, was travelling through a point of turmoil, and needed answers. Her first question was, for some strange reason, 鈥榗an I die?鈥 So, on impulse, Purgatory simply ran forward and dived off the the wall of the Garden of Eden, landing with a sickening crunch on her head. The impulsive action of Purgatory鈥檚 was much like a human鈥檚. I鈥檓 not implying that humans go jumping off huge walls and killing themselves willy nilly, but that humans didn鈥檛 take much time to think about things before they did them.
Aziraphale rushed forwards to see the remnants of the girl and even Crawly took an step forward and peered over the edge. Purgatory鈥檚 body was splayed out across the desert, face in the sand. Her dress was arranged prettily around her, a haunting sight in the rain really. No blood was leaving her body, as she had died on impact, the force of the ground rushing to meet her head too great for such a new body to withstand.
鈥淥h my!鈥 Aziraphale exclaimed. 鈥淲hat an awful shame. So new. Why did she just do that?鈥
鈥淲ell, your side say that everything happens for a reason - ask them,鈥 Crawly shrugged, trying to look unbothered. The angel and the demon were slightly shaken, especially after deciding that they wanted to look after this girl, but still, the pair went back to their first position: Aziraphale with his wing over Crawly, staring out at the desert.
Meanwhile, Purgatory had died. You may be thinking, well what is the point of you introducing this girl and then killing her off straight away? Or, you may be thinking; well, she鈥檚 going to come back to life isn鈥檛 she - so predictable - and rolling your eyes. If you think this, then you are in fact correct.
Purgatory can鈥檛 have been dead more than thirty seconds when the crown of vines around her head began to move. They threaded themselves into her broken head, pushing the skull back into place, fixing her brain, and a minute after Purgatory had died, she was alive and well once more. She now knew that she had been created for the Earth and would not die until it did. She also knew that she needed a new name. Because Purgatory wasn鈥檛 really cutting it.
She forced herself up and was now facing her first dilemma of the day yet again. But this time, she had a solution for her problem. For when the vines had entered her brain, they had awakened her only power; to control nature - and luckily she knew how to use it. So she told the vines to take her up to the top of the wall, and they did. It was a sight indeed for Crawly and Aziraphale, as this girl in the pale green dress who had just died and seemed to be rippling in every aspect of her body, rose up in front of them on a lift of vines.
鈥淵ou know what, angel,鈥 Crawly muttered to Aziraphale.
鈥淵es?鈥 The angel replied, dumbfounded.
鈥淚 do quite like this girl.鈥
鈥淚 think I might do too.鈥
鈥淲e could, oh I don鈥檛 know, keep her around? Teach her how to live?鈥
Aziraphale nodded in agreement. 鈥淚t wouldn鈥檛 be wrong. We鈥檇 be helping another non-human like ourselves. And as long as no one saw us together, we鈥檇 be safe, correct?鈥
鈥淥h, yeah, course.鈥
This here was the start of Crawly and Aziraphale鈥檚 long, secret, 鈥榥ot鈥 friendship.
Purgatory was oblivious to what she had been enrolled into. All she wanted was a new name. So, she stepped off her lift of vines, which presently curled themselves back around her head. This time, Crawly stepped aside without Aziraphale having to push him, and even placed a black wing behind her.
鈥淚 need a new name,鈥 she announced. 鈥淧urgatory sounds wrong and just bleugh.鈥 The strange noise that emitted from Purgatory in that sentence was only a hint to how human she actually was, and the journey was only going downhill from there.
Aziraphale clapped his hands together and began to utter names under his breath. 鈥淕aia? No. Tula?鈥
Crawly, on the other hand, was staring straight ahead, deep in thought. Purgatory glanced from demon to angel, waiting for an answer, as she had no ideas of her own. After a minute or so, Crawly decided on a name.
鈥淥h,鈥 Aziraphale protested, 鈥渘ot that! It sounds so close to demon.鈥
鈥淗ave you got any other ideas?鈥 Crawly snapped.
鈥淭errafina?鈥 Aziraphale suggested with a shrug. 鈥淚t鈥檚 very pretty.鈥
鈥淔or a lizard, maybe. I stand by Demeter.鈥
鈥淥h, I don鈥檛 know. I suppose we should ask the person who鈥檚 name it shall be. Well, Purgatory? What do you think?鈥
Purgatory blinked like a baby, eyes exploring the demon in a childlike wonder.
鈥淒em-et-er,鈥 Purgatory tried the new word. 鈥淒emeter. Yes. I am Demeter.鈥
Crawly cheered and jabbed a finger in Aziraphale鈥檚 face, shouting, 鈥淗ah!鈥
Aziraphale blushed in return and decided that he would put it behind him, but he didn鈥檛 really.
You may be realising at this moment in time that the name Demeter seems familiar to you - do not fret, it would do. The Demeter you鈥檙e probably thinking of is the Ancient Greek goddess. If it is someone else, then I suppose the choosing of the name is just a coincidence. Anyway. Demeter was the Greek goddess of the harvest and all that other stuff, and her name meant earth mother. And, as Crawly stared out at the desert, he wanted a name that represented this shiny new girl, Earth鈥檚 representative. So, Crawly being Crawly, he mashed up a few hundred different languages and created Demeter - and the beginning of the Greek language a few centuries too early.
It just so happens that Demeter (still very young in the era of the ancient Greeks) had gotten drunk one night in the future and shown her powers to control nature as a fun party trick. When she鈥檇 woken up the next morning (with an awful hangover as she couldn鈥檛 sober up like the demon and the angel), she鈥檇 been painted numerous times and there were every manner of people worshipping her. She asked them to disperse as she changed and then fled to China, where she hid out there until the Greeks鈥 era was over. But that鈥檚 another story for another time.
Back on the wall guarding the Garden of Eden, Demeter stood in between the demon and the angel. Demeter didn鈥檛 have much knowledge of the world apart from what her purpose was. She also had every language that will ever be spoken in the world ingrained into her head, so that was a bonus. The point was, Demeter didn鈥檛 know what feelings were, she didn鈥檛 know what it was like to have a family or friends, she had no idea that the thing she was walking on before she arrived at the Garden of Eden was a desert, and she certainly didn鈥檛 know that in 2000 years there would be a huge war in which her purpose was unclear as of yet. But for now, Demeter was feeling something and although she would never admit it, it was the most important feeling in the world to her. You may be wondering, well, what is this feeling?
The feeling that Demeter was feeling, was love towards the demon and the angel. When Aziraphale and Crawly had decided they were going to look after Demeter, they had basically adopted her. They had crowned themselves the father figures of her life. A risky choice, especially for the demon, but one they had decided to take just the same.
This was one of the first things that made me, God, realise that Crawly was still part angel. Honestly, I鈥檓 rather useless - I鈥檓 a bit like the Big Brother, I exist as a higher being but really the Head Offices do everything. I don鈥檛 mind - less boring work.
So on this occasion, I鈥檓 going to retell the story of the girl who represented a rock better known as the Earth.
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noas-art12 days ago
crowley: *eats angel cake*
aziraphale: cannibal..
crowley: *chokes-*
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Guys is this Good Omens
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jollyfolk19 days ago
let's be mutuals maybe??
or just let me follow you because my dash is pretty empty. Like this if you've found this from any of the following tags! I mainly post about whatever ship/fandom I'm currently obsessing over, random shitposts I find, if the sun is down you're probably gonna encounter some nsfw but not always, and idk? pretty pictures I romanticize?
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