#holy shit it’s been SO LONG since i’ve drawn good omens

[theveryinsignificantpotato]

Reunited

Good Omens! Crowley x reader

TW: I lil gore and I called Gabriel a Bitxh, I describe what I think falling from heaven in the GO universe would look like, so if you don’t want to read about flesh melting in Sulfur (Which boils at a temperature almost 700º above that of human skin ;) yeah, I do research and know weird things) you prolly shouldnt read for your own sake

I had wayyyy too much fun making this, I think you’ll like!

(Holy shit, this is 5 pages long in google docs 0-0)

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"You're done." Gabriel says, staring at me with cold eyes, he was only a few feet away, standing with his arms crossed

"I'm sorry?" I ask, looking up at him from whatever I was doing

"Head office has caught wind of your comments at the almighty, might I remind you of what happens when you ask things like that?" He says coldly 

"You're going to kick me out for one question?" I ask, my jaw dropping "Angels haven't fallen in forever, you have no idea what they will do to me! You can't do that!" I say, anger resonating through my vocal chords as I speak

"That isn't my problem. Come with me, you know what happens if you resist." He replies, turning on his heels and beginning to walk away

I sigh, tears welling in my eyes as I abandon what I was doing to follow the archangel, not wanting to invoke the wrath I would surely be met with if I didn't.

I waited until he had me at the edge, where all the others had fallen thousands upon thousands of years ago before saying anything, he was ready to send me off quietly, no ceremony or anything, just a quiet riddance of the angel hardly anyone liked - not since Raphael, anyway.

"You know, I never minded you so much, Y/n. Pity you have to go out like this." He says, looking at me with some form of pity

"You know Gabriel…" I begin sweetly, picking my head up to look at him "You're a real bitch." I finish, clenching my fist and straight up decking him as hard as I can in the nose before diving off the edge.

He screamed angrily and I looked back up at him, giving a small wave as I felt my body gain momentum.

I'm not sure I really processed my actions before going through with them, the demons weren't likely to just accept me outright, I would probably just be outcast, or killed or something. I couldn’t be sure of anything right now, not even sure if they would let me call myself a demon at all once I got to hell. All I know is that I’m falling right now, my body feels weightless and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. 

My wings unfurled as a natural response to falling only to be snapped backwards by the force of the wind, causing me to scream in pain as the bones cracked, feeling the white feathers peel from my wings. I fell for what seemed like hours, the pain in my wings continuing throughout the time, and I cried, sobs racking through my form as I left a trail of tears falling behind me. 

When I finally made it to hell my body hit what was the most painful landing imaginable, the scent of sulfur invaded my senses and I felt my angelic flesh begin to melt in the boiling liquid. It had to have been well over 800 degrees, and I was almost surprised that it didn’t just end my existence immediately upon coming into contact with my body. 

I screamed, I screamed as loud as I could before my head went under, and I felt the liquid flood my mouth and lungs, destroying my cells inside and out of my body as I thrashed around desperately. I don’t care at this point what demon hears me, all I want is for someone, anyone, to help me end this pain. 

Apparently someone did hear me because it wasn’t long before a hand grabbed my arm from under the liquid, pulling me onto the edge. I didn’t have the strength to move or even open my eyes when they finally had me out of it, my body heaved as I coughed up the liquid that had entered my lungs.

“I’m dying” I sob raspily when I finally catch my breath “He said I was being cast out, but he just wants me to die.” My body curls up on itself, pulling myself into the fetal position next to this demon.

“You aren’t dying.” He says, looking at his hand, which was badly damaged from reaching into the sulfur to pull me out “Your angelic cells are, the last of your powers are going to go into creating new cells for you- demonic ones. The worst of the process is over.” he explained

“So they’re taking everything from me…” I say dejectedly, not moving my body

He looks up slightly “Yup.” He replies, popping the ‘P’

We sit there in silence for a while, him staring out at the sulfur pool while I raspily try to catch my breath. After several moments in a painful silence I finally find the strength to sit up and open my eyes, he took my arm with his good hand to help ease me to a sitting position. The first thing I noticed about him was his hand, covered in what had to be third-degree burns almost up to his elbow. 

My angelic instincts kicked in upon seeing it, and I gently take his hand in both of my own, causing him to jump. “What are you doing?” he asks, staring at my hands

“You helped me, all I’m doing is returning the favor.” I say, directing whatever power I had left to healing his hand, and his skin quickly began to repair itself “There.” I say gently, releasing his hand from mine 

“It’s going to take you longer to heal now, you really can’t be going around doing things like that down here.” He reminds, and I can feel his gaze on me 

“I know,” I mumble, staring out at the yellow liquid that had taken away all of my angelic properties including my skin itself and sigh dejectedly “So you’re a demon, then?” I ask

“I am.”

“So what made you decide to help me? Aren’t you supposed to not care about anyone else? Chaotic Evil and all that?” I ask

He takes a moment to come up with a response “I… I don’t know. I was just sort of drawn to do it.” he finally says

I think over his response for a moment, deciding that he too felt extremely familiar, his voice above all else. It didn’t take me long after that to come to the realization that I haven’t seen this demon’s face even once in the amount of time we’ve been talking. I pivot my body so I’m facing him, and I freeze immediately when my eyes meet his face.

He stares at me in confusion, slits going down his ever-golden iris’ in a snake-like manner that was unfamiliar to me. He looked so familiar yet so not, (I suppose several thousand years will do that to someone) his red hair being the thing that was the most striking - I only ever knew one angel with that pretty Copper hair of his… “Raphael…?” I ask quietly, reaching out to his face.

He frowns “They don’t call me that anymore.”

“What do I call you, then?”

“Crowley.” He mumbles, taking a minute to look into my eyes, he seems to be trying to come up with who I am through all the third-degree burns 

“Crowley” I repeat with a smile, my first smile since falling, “Tell me you know who I am, Crowley, please.”

His eyes look over my features, taking in as much detail from my healed flesh as he could, and after a moment he seemed to remember, his jaw dropped and he leaned back slightly “y-y/n?” he asks with wide eyes

My smile grows wider and I nod happily 

A wide grin grows on his features as he continues staring at me “I never thought I’d see you again!” He cheers, leaning back towards me to wrap me in his arms happily

Thankfully, at this point most of my torso had been restored, so it didn’t hurt too badly, even when I returned it tightly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to keep him close to me. “I didn’t think so either, but I am so glad…” I trail off, leaning back from his embrace

He releases me from his grip, giving me a small frown “But you’re fallen now, what happened?” he asks

I shrug “Gabriel said I made comments at the almighty, but all I really did was ask a question- I don’t even remember what it was.” I explain

He frowns “Damn, they haven’t dropped any of you angels down here in forever, I didn’t think they would be so tetchy.” he comments, earning a nod from me "you're the only one, right?"

I nod once more in reply "it was quiet, but I'm sure Gabriel has told everyone about it by now." I reply

He raised a brow "he's never been one to boast, don't tell me that's changed."

I shake my head "I mean that because I may or may not have called him a bitch and punched him before I fell, he'll have to explain the broken nose to his colleagues." I say, earning a loud laugh from Crowley

"You haven't really changed, have you? You've wanted to punch him since day one." He stands up and offers me a hand “I think we should get a drink.”

I take it with a smile, now the majority of my skin has returned from the neck down, with the exception of my wings, and I can do things without excruciating pain. "I believe you're right." I say with a smile, allowing him to pull me to my feet "But Raph- I mean Crowley, I've never been on Earth before, won't my lack of skin and torn up wings draw attention?" I ask worriedly

He smiles at me “Humans are almost always oblivious, don’t worry so much” He replies, snapping his fingers

A second later I find myself sitting next to him in a really nice Bentley car, Queen playing softly over the radio as he began driving. I was startled by the transition, but I quickly relaxed, “Where are we going?” I ask, frowning

“My flat, it’s safer to talk there.” He replies

“You have a flat on Earth? Does hell know about that?” I ask, and he only shrugs in response

“They don’t really care too much, most of the demons probably won’t even notice you in all honesty. If you stick with me I’ll show you how everything works, alright?” He asks

I nod “Alright. Thank you, Crowley.” 

He nods and spares me a glance “You’re skin is growing back, I can almost recognize you.” He says with a slight smile

I gently bring a hand up to my face, finding that the flesh surrounding my mouth and upper jawline had returned almost fully, and I can’t help but smile a little.

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Crowley kept to his word, for the next few years he would teach me how to navigate hell, to keep my head low, and what demons I should avoid. He was very kind to me, and honestly even getting the chance to see him again is all I could ask for. 

I knew him long before he fell, we were best friends, practically inseparable. We crafted the stars together while talking and sharing ideas in almost all moments of the beginning, I had even began to catch feelings for him. The only reason I didn’t fall with him is because Lucifer didn’t like me all that much, so I didn’t hang out with those who became the early demons. 

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More than six thousand years since I last saw them and I suppose I had forgotten how much I truly missed y/n, they were always bright and fun and after a few years of time with her as a demon I wouldn’t want to go back to not having her around. She has been staying with me at my flat for most of her time here, and we spend a lot of time together between dinners with Aziraphale (Whom I learned was actually one of their few friends in heaven, the greeting between the two of them was quite adorable, especially when y/n’s face lit up happily upon seeing him and she ran to give him a bear hug) and drives in the bentley. Driving with her will forever be my favorite thing, she’s gotten attached to the old CDs in the bentley (and we all know what happens to those ;)) so I’ll often find myself being suckered into going on a drive to nowhere in particular just so we will end up singing along with Freddie Mercury really loudly and horribly. It’s now my favorite thing ever. She might be my favorite thing ever.

Now Armageddon is approaching and I can't help but fear that it's going to be over for both of us. We’re doing all we can, y/n, Aziraphale, and I, but sometimes I worry that it won’t be enough. I won’t be able to be with her in hell like I do on Earth… and yes, I mean _be with her_ be with her. 

Aziraphale suggested I kiss her, or at the very least tell her - but I’m not sure…

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We were in the flat when it finally happened, watching some movie with Crowley on the couch and I dared lay my head on his shoulder. Armeggedon was only just short of seven years away and I wanted to make sure I had the chance to get as close to Crowley as I could just in case we didn’t make it out. I couldn’t help the relieved sigh that escaped my lips when he smiled, looping his arm around me and lacing his fingers through my hair as I cuddled up closer to him.

As the movie progressed we seemed to get closer and closer, beginning with his head resting on mine, sharing a throw blanket between us, and him shifting his or my weight as an excuse to pull me nearer to him, and by the end of the movie I felt like I was practically in his lap - not that I minded it so much. 

When the credits began to roll, he snapped his fingers to turn the TV off, and I found myself not wanting to move from him, “Can we just sit here for a while?” I ask, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck 

“I was going to ask you that.” He replies with a quiet chuckle, leaning down to rest his nose on the side of my face, giving me gentle eskimo kisses on my cheek, “Look at me, y/n.” he requests

“I can see you.” I reply with a giggle, turning my head towards his so we end up nose-to-nose, and I can feel his breath hit my skin gently. It doesn’t take long before he finally tilts his head to the side so he can catch my lips with his, and I can’t help but smile as I close my eyes and kiss kim back. Thousands of years I have wanted this, from long before he fell I have dreamed of this moment, I had thought all hope was lost when he did, and against all odds, here I am finally. I sit up in his lap to get a better angle, draping my legs gently over his and wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel his arms wrap around my waist to hold me as close as he can before pulling away to rest his forehead on mine.

“I need to tell you something.” he says in a whisper, his golden serpent eyes staring deep into my e/c ones

I return his gaze, “Tell me everything, Crow.” I say softly

“I love you, y/n. I’m not supposed to, but I really love you,” he says softly, and I can see the honest adoration in his eyes as he speaks

I smile wide “I love you too,” I say happily “Crowley I have loved you almost literally forever.” I peck his lips one more time, pulling my blanket around both of our shoulders' 

He grinned and hugged me close, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in a long while.

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[shipaholic]

Omens Universe, Chapter 8

OOF. this is a big one. See you on the other side.

Warning for... WW2 being a thing (we’re still in 1941).

Also, mention of Michael Jackson (no longer in 1941).

Link to next part at the end.

(From the beginning)

(last part)

(chrono)

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Chapter 8

Zadkiel soared. Wind stung his face as he rose. The London street dropped away below him, postcard-sized and shrinking by the second.

This was the right thing to do. It was their one chance to be free. Heaven and Hell would never let them go, or be together. Zadkiel’s only hope for existence could not be found on Earth.

Space it was, then.

It had been thousands of years (or infinity, from another perspective) since he’d last touched the stars. In the cloudless night, they looked close enough to grab handfuls of. He stretched his arms out to them. In his imagination, they brushed against his fingertips like marbles. Cold air streamed through his feathers and blew in his ears.

There was something else he could hear. Something that shouldn’t be out here. A low, violent whir, vibrating in his breastbone and growing louder. It settled in him and churned his insides. What was that -?

A plane burst from nowhere.

It was right on top of him. He saw the scared whites of the pilot’s eyes. The man hollered something and threw his body sideways in the cockpit. The plane lurched to the right, too late. It ran him over like a sixteen-wheeler. He hung in the sky, an oversized bird torched in a jet’s engine. Then he dropped like a stone.

Halfway down, he split apart. Crowley and Aziraphale, half-conscious, stared at each other in shock.

“Shit!”

Crowley grabbed Aziraphale. He managed to pull him up short, feet from the ground. They careened and lurched like two weather balloons tangled together.

They made the rest of the drop together. The horrible noise of the plane was quieter from the ground, but it still drilled on relentlessly.

Aziraphale pulled his wings in and looked around wildly for Crowley. The demon raced towards the bookshop, streaming curses behind him.

“Shitshitshitshitshitcome on, Aziraphale!”

Aziraphale threw himself after him. Halfway down the street, Crowley skidded to a halt, squinted into the sky, and changed direction, legging it to the nearest alley.

Aziraphale crashed along behind and flung himself into the small, dark space beside him. They panted together, listening. The roar in the sky bore into their eardrums. It felt like it had invaded Aziraphale’s body like a colony, buzzing and crawling.

It faded away. The silence twanged like a knife blade braced on top of a counter.

“That was a Messerschmidt,” Aziraphale whispered.

“I know. Guess they came back for more.”

“Is there more than one?”

“How should I know? We might have knocked it off course.”

“Good.”

Crowley slumped against the wall. Aziraphale looked at him and through him.

He felt sick. Discorporation was his last concern. Thinking about what they had almost just done brought a chill to the pit of his stomach.

Crowley’s teeth chattered. He hadn’t miracled up another pair of shades, and his snake eyes were on display. The gold had crept outwards and polluted the whites, something that happened when his concentration wasn’t what it ought to be.

Aziraphale was aware he was breathing fast. Nothing worked to calm him down. His fingers squeezed tighter and tighter against his palms, until -

“Tell me right now what the hell you were playing at,” he cried.

His voice echoed against the bricks. Crowley jumped.

“Excuse me?”

“That. Up there. We were going to leave Earth, Crowley.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to remind me, I was there,” Crowley snapped.

“Indeed you were! And I don’t mind telling you -”

Aziraphale was not sure what he wanted to say. He broke off. His breaths trembled out into the air between them.

“Are you accusing me of something?” Crowley’s voice filled Aziraphale’s veins with ice. “Should I remind you how this works? When we’re fused, it’s both of us calling the shots. What are you saying, that this was all my idea?”

“It must have been in one of our heads before tonight! Was this another of your - contingency plans? Like the holy water?”

Crowley took in a slow breath, as if forcing himself to be calm.

“OK. I’ve had the odd fantasy where I give Hell the bird and saunter off into the sunset. I can admit that. But that’s as far as it goes. I’d never do anything this stupid.”

Aziraphale threw up his hands. “Then I don’t understand! I wouldn’t abandon Heaven - I would never even dream of it. It’s treason.”

“Been a while since I was called a traitor.” Crowley’s voice turned nasty.

Aziraphale jabbed a finger at him. “Don’t start! This has to have been you. Nothing else makes sense.”

“Yeah, must have been my evil influence. You really are full of it, Aziraphale.”

It seemed impossible that the night could have taken such a turn. Less than half an hour ago, they had been realising they were in love. Tears pricked Aziraphale’s eyes.

“Both of us would turn our backs on Heaven and Hell in a heartbeat if we thought there was any chance of getting away with it,” Crowley said, low and relentless. “What do you think you’ve been doing for the past fourteen centuries? Besides half my work?”

“I’ve been spending time with you!” Aziraphale’s voice broke. Tears slid down his face. “Having lunch and inspiring playwrights and - and being your friend. That’s all. Not plotting a grand escape. We’d be fugitives, Crowley. I would never risk either of our lives for that, not in a million years.”

“And you honestly think I would?”

Crowley looked impossibly sad, all of a sudden. Aziraphale shook his head.

“I don’t know any more.”

Crowley slumped. He scrubbed a hand through his hair. It had never looked so untidy, Aziraphale noted, distantly.

“Angel, I wasn’t planning any kind of escape either. It wasn’t either of us. Not… separately. That’s fusion. Bigger and madder than the sum of our parts. If we’d come up with some harebrained plan to... I dunno, say bollocks to this and run off together, you know what would have happened? We’d have psyched ourselves out and worried the entire plan down to nothing. But Zadkiel? He’ll just take action. No doubts, no second-guessing our feelings, because he knows exactly how we feel and what we want and there’s no point pretending otherwise.”

Aziraphale had to look away.

“You should go,” he said.

That was it, then. The cruel joke of their relationship laid out. Acting on their feelings would bring destruction and ruin. Zadkiel would do this again. He wanted to be free, and that - that would never, ever be possible.

Crowley peeled away from the side of the alley. He walked, slowly, back towards the street without a word.

Aziraphale waited until he’d left. He sunk against the wall and stayed there for a long time.

~*~

Aziraphale reached the corner where the bookshop stood. The Bentley was gone. So were Crowley’s sunglasses from the table just inside the door.

Aziraphale sealed himself inside. He locked every door and window, magically adding a few extra bolts for good measure. He kept the blackout curtains drawn, leaving the shop grey and gloomy.

The gramophone stole his attention. Music still seemed to linger around it. He banished it to the back room.

He lowered himself into a reading chair. It was dark, but he made no motion to turn on any lights. He stared into space and ticked off the hours until he felt the sun creep up.

By morning, he made his decision.

He crossed the floor of the shop and collected a dozen candles from a drawer in the bureau. He bent down and lifted the heavy rug that covered elaborate runes drawn in chalk. He arranged the candles in a circle around it and lit them with a wave of his hand. He settled down, assumed a prayer position, and waited.

The runes glowed, gently and without direction, for a few minutes. A thin mist appeared in the circle. It coalesced and formed a face.

Floating in midair was the face of an angel.

They had red hair, a long nose, and a sharp jaw. It was an image of Crowley with deliberate mistakes. Of course, fate would choose to be cruel. They were probably from the same original batch. There were a few angels and demons walking around with the same face. Mass-production for you.

This angel’s gem was an earring that hung daintily against their cheek. There was no recognition in their eyes as they looked at Aziraphale.

“Front desk. How may I assist you?”

Aziraphale cleared his throat. “I was wondering if I might speak to the Archangel Gabriel. Is he around?”

“Hold, please.”

The image faded out. Hold music played. It was an instrumental version of Climb Every Mountain.

Aziraphale waited just a shade short of an interminably long time. Finally, Gabriel’s handsome head appeared, magnified to three times its normal size. As usual, he smiled at Aziraphale without looking pleased to see him.

“Aziraphale. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Aziraphale’s hands shook. He assumed it was from nerves, even though he felt completely hollow.

“Hello, there. I was, um. I was ringing about your kind offer of a promotion, about one hundred and forty-one years ago. Don’t suppose you remember…” The floor was hard. He shifted. “Is that still on offer? I’d like to reconsider.” He gave an empty smile. “I feel my usefulness on Earth is at an end. Time to move on.”

Gabriel’s face went blank.

Then he broke into his widest ever smile.

“Absolutely. Glad to have you back with us, Aziraphale.”

He leaned away. For a moment, only his chin and left ear, hugely magnified, appeared in the circle.

“Could someone let Michael know that - yeah? Thanks.” The rest of his head reappeared. “Just setting up a workstation. This is good! You’re fine with hotdesking, right?”

He clearly didn’t want an answer. Aziraphale’s gaze drifted around the shop. Might as well get it tidy before he left. Dear old thing. He couldn’t believe he only had an hour or so left with it. Maybe he should sit and read and let the dust settle around him. He could always -

“And we’re done. Come on up!”

He started.

“So soon? Right now, in fact?”

Gabriel looked expectant.

Grief swelled in Aziraphale’s breast. He looked around wildly.

“S - sorry, could you leave the portal open for just five minutes? I need to write a quick note. Cancelling the milk, and so on.”

Gabriel shrugged. “Sure. Just five minutes, though! Eco-friendly initiative, they’ve got us all on it…”

He vanished. The portal continued to glow, ominously.

Aziraphale rose and crossed to his desk. He grabbed paper, ink, and a pen.

He stared at the blank page for almost the full five minutes.

At last, carefully, he wrote a note for Crowley. It wasn’t long. He hoped it got across everything he felt, or at least as much of it as could fit on a page.

He addressed it ‘Anthony J.’ and placed it on the desk.

He turned around. The portal hummed menacingly in the middle of the shop. It cast an unnatural white light over his books. He picked his way towards it. As he went, he let his hands brush over objects he had owned for centuries, committing their touch to memory.

He performed a quick ritual on the lip of the circle. It would prevent his gem from being left behind when he travelled between dimensions.

He stepped into the circle and ascended.

All the candles snuffed out behind him.

~*~

2008

On a night that was neither dark nor stormy, two demons lurked in a graveyard. A basket, silent for now, sat at their feet. One of them passed a cigarette to the other.

“Bugger this for a lark. He was s’posed to be here hours ago.”

The short unpleasant one accepted the cigarette from the tall unpleasant one.

“Do you trust him?”

“Nope.”

They agreed it’d be a funny old world if demons went around trusting each other.

“What’s he calling himself up here these days?”

“Crowley.” Hastur spat on the ground. It sizzled. “If you ask me, he’s been up here too long. Gone native. Wearing sunglasses, even when he don’t need them. And a glove.”

Ligur paused mid-drag. “Don’t remember anything about a glove.”

“Saw it at the last performance review. Long wotsit up to the elbow.”

Ligur contemplated this.

“Just on one arm?”

“Yep. Bet he thinks he’s Michael Jackson.”

“Who’s that?”

Hastur wasn’t entirely sure. He was spared having to make something up when twin headlamps swung into view through the fog.

“Here he comes now, the flash bastard.”

~*~

Crowley yanked the steering wheel. The Bentley cruised between headstones at ninety miles per hour. Bohemian Rhapsody blasted from the stereo. He jerked his left hand irritably and silenced it.

He favoured his left for most things, these days.

It had been a hard few decades. His arm ached, and he was tired down to his bones. He tried to ignore it, but there was a niggling voice in his head every morning that asked him how much longer, how many more years did he have to do any of this. [1]

The Bentley went from an impossible speed to a graceful stop in a manoeuvre that baffled the laws of physics. Crowley hopped from the car and snaked towards the two demons standing like sullen boulders in his headlights.

Whatever they had to say, at least it was unlikely to worsen his mood.

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[1] And it wasn’t one of his coworkers possessing his alarm clock. He’d checked.

(Link to next part)

#omens universe fic #omens universe #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #steven universe #RIGHT THEN #we have ANGST #that's the end of part 2 baby! #and the end of the historical flashbacks! #unless we're counting 2008 lol #happy fun Antichrist times ahead

[janthonyashtoreth]

Another big batch of asks!

Answering a bunch of asks under the cut! Most of them are ink and flowers centric. I hope you all are doing well <3

anonymous asked: wait wait hold up Anathema works in Azra's tattoo parlour?? amazing, when i was thinking of making my own florist/tattoo artist au, i also had Anathema be Aziraphale's apprentice :D i like when these two are friends. do you have any more headcanons about Anathema in ink and flowers?

she does!! she was doing an apprenticeship under him but has since graduated to doing her own thing (but she still works at his parlor). i can’t get into the whole plot because spoilers but angels/demons and agnes nutter’s prophecies still exist in the iaf universe, but anathema isn’t her descendant. instead, anathema is a wickedly smart computer genius and her boyfriend newt is an endearing but kind of inept descendent of agnes. anathema was azra’s good friend-turned-wingwoman once anthony shows up. i love her

anonymous asked: concept: aziraphale seeing crowley presenting femininely for the first time how'd you think he'd react? in your flower shop tattoo artist au

anonymous asked: OKAY totally not asking bc i may or may not have been thinkin abt this for like. too long. but would anthony have to like, come out as genderfluid to azra/how would azra react to seeing anthony present more fem for the first time

ooo ive been thinking about this as well! i dont think anthony would necessarily have a “coming out moment”, they just kind of do what they want. if they feel like presenting fem or using different pronouns they would just. do it. and azra would just kind of roll with it. i like to think that the first time anthony presented fem she got all dressed up for date night and didn’t tell azra and azra just Stares bc,,,, wow anthony is just gorgeous like that!! azra’s dead!!!

anonymous asked: You're a cutie pie. That's it. That's the fact.

:’ ) you’re a sweety pie!!!

anonymous asked: i deadass tried for 20 minutes to make the finger heart...... how did your friend do it......

i have absolutely no idea and it hurts my brain,,,

anonymous asked: Wahoo

wahoo.....

@alligatorsnbats asked: OK, so what's Oscar's thoughts on Anthony?

oscar LOVES anthony... he’s the worlds most apathetic cat but he actively seeks anthony out when hes around. azra is only slightly salty about it

anonymous asked: Is Anthony cross eyed?

he’s not! i made him a little bit cross-eyed in my latest post on purpose bc he was flustered but i dont know if it came across very well ;;

anonymous asked: not to be *THAT* bitch who comes into your ask box and gushes over your art but i love the way you colour things and your clean line work?? mwah. i wish i could draw like you its just so lovely

bfdkjfdh im cry,,,, just keep practicing my friend!!! i promise it’ll get you where you want to go. the last couple of months have been really nice for me in my ~art journey~ because its the first time i’ve ever really liked stuff that i’ve drawn. ive been drawing for about 7-8 years and this is only just happening and it varies so much from person to person!! some people get to where they want to go in 2 years, some people take 20. just don’t stop practicing!!

anonymous asked: your human!crowley deserves infinite appreciation and the fact that he has coloboma: that right there! is! good shit! he has snake eyes,,,, but as a human. u are a genius good sir and your art is a blessing 👌👌👌

haha thank you!! i think coloboma (i know how to spell it now!!) is such an interesting condition and it’s kind of underused for human aus!!! its so dope!!!

@bolitakawaii-senpai asked: what would crowley's and azi's fav emojies from the cursed emojis??

asking the real questions out here..... i think crowley’s would be the one with all of the teeth and aziraphale’s (assuming he knows what they are in the first place) would be the really cute one with big eyes and the pink hairbow

anonymous asked: concept for the ink and flowers au: something happens to crowley (imma b honest i have no idea) and has a lowkey crisis and chops all his hair off and just. joins his pet snake and snakes around the nursery untill azra comes in seeing crowley crying and cuddling his snake and yeah idk enjoy my the weird shit my brain comes up with

jhuyhaijodfaydgsihfujoi RIP TO THE HAIR...... i love the angst potential (and i can come up with a few reasons for the angst, but i digress) but i dont think i could part with anthony’s hair,,, i love it too much

anonymous asked: I can't handle your ink and flowers Aziraphale. I can't. His hair is TOO fluffy. His face is TOO squishy. He is EXTREMELY friend shaped. His glasses and his eyes are bright like SPARKLES. Every time I see him I want to go feral and show all my friends. I would hug him without letting go of given the chance. 1000000000/10. 💜🐝

anonymous asked: I have a cat just like Oscar (big himbo) and I got him some knit hats for Christmas and he's gonna hate me but I can't wait to dress him up like a little bee so: does Azra ever give Oscar like costumes or footies just for fun? If yes, does Oscar love or hate? 💜🐝

isldakfj im grouping these two together bc im assuming ur the same person anon!! i love your signature!!

you’re correct. his hair IS too fluffy, and he IS entirely too friend shaped. he has the BRIGHTEST eyes. i cant contain my rabid love for him and it spills out into the art. i can’t help it. he gives the best hugs

SLADKFJ YES HE DOES..... IVE BEEN MEANING TO DRAW THIS FOR A HOT MINUTE,,,, as i mentioned earlier oscar is the world’s most apathetic cat so i dont think he would care that much but he’s not super happy about it

anonymous asked: Y'know what? I'm too tired so say smth clever so just know that I love you and your art is amazing 💕💕 PS: i love that you also tag them as Ineffable partners (i guess the point is to be gender neutral)

i love you as well anon,,, and yeah i like the ineffable partners tag! i find that it fits more with their relationship for some reason. though i still tag as ineffable husbands since its such a popular tag lksdfjdfknjbh

anonymous asked: Hello! Fist of all thank you for yor art, you are one of my favorite artists in this fandom and I have Feelings about the Ink and Flowers AU. Second: Don't feel pressured to post daily, we understand that life is complicated and art can be difficult sometimes. Take care! You're the best!

anon i would die for you!!! i never imagined that i would ever be one of anyone’s favorite artists,,,,, im speechless,,,,,,,,

and yeah unfortunately i dont think ill be able to post every other day once this coming semester starts :( i’ll probably have to cut back to once every 3. but there’s more ink and flowers coming at u guys so!! stay tuned for that

anonymous asked: Good omens characters having a game night?

i know this was sent in for the au prompts i asked for but. i dont think im physically capable of capturing the pure chaos that would ensue from this. holy shit it would be so feral. 

thank you to anyone who read this whole thing!! i read all of my asks as soon as i get them and i have a lot that i’ve been sitting on for a while. if you sent me something i promise i haven’t forgotten about it!! if you’ve sent something in that you were expecting a response to and i havent responded, just send it again to be safe in case tumblr ate it

i love all of you! <3

#ask me anything #anonymous #not art #ink and flowers au #bolitakawaii-senpai #alligatorsnbats

[gaslightgallows]

I want you all to understand how deeply I've fallen into the Good Omens pit. This is what my WIP folder looks like: 

It hasn't even been a month yet. I’m doomed. 

(descriptions and a few snippets under the cut)

All About Oysters: Aziraphale and Crowley snack in bed while reminiscing about the first meal they ever shared. (tooth-rotting fluff plus historical flashbacks, aka I had to ask someone what oysters tasted like for this fic and wow that was more than I ever needed to know about edible bivalves)

An Invisible Wound: After the business with the Templar, Crowley tries to help Aziraphale regain his footing on Earth. (Follow-up to “Jewel in the Crown” [below].)

Between what had happened with the Templar (ten years on and the angel still looked as bad as he had when Crowley had rescued him) and what had happened in Troyes (it wasn’t Guichard’s fault that his father had been a demon, but the church tribunal hadn’t seen it that way), there were too many dangers abroad in the world, even for occult and ethereal beings. “Look, thanks to the valiant efforts of both sides, the fourteenth century is clearly shaping up to be a hundred-year-long piss pot. The least I can do is give you a little advice.”

Angels With Wild Beast’s Eyes: Along in his shop, Aziraphale reads poetry and thinks decidedly unangelic thoughts about a certain demon. (probably going to be NSFW)

He always made sure to keep a bit of Calvados in the bookstore, but he indulged in it only rarely.

Only when he had a particular demon on his mind.

everything i had but couldn’t keep: Crowley thought he’d lost Aziraphale. Now he won’t let his angel out of his sight. (aaaaaaaaaaaaaangst. and discussions of suicide)

Crowley twisted his neck round to peer up at the angel and frown. “Is that really all holy water is?”

“Of course. Well, sort of – it’s the blessing that makes it truly holy, of course. But it’s not as though I had to go to Galilee to fetch the stuff.”

“...I don’t know why that never occurred to me before.”

Jewel in the Crown: Aziraphale is captured by a Templar Knight and brought to France in chains as his new trophy. (not listed above)

Love and the Whole Art of Sin: look, the prompt for this was “sexy angel/demon times with a super subby Crowley”, I think that says everything. (definitely NSFW) 

"My beautiful, sad, wonderful, maddening, good Crowley..."

The demon let out a whimper, and then cursed softly at his own weakness. "Are you trying to undo me with words?"

"Possibly. I know a lot of words."

Mad, Bad, Dangerous, Et Cetera: Crowley wakes up in the middle of the 19th century, bumps into Aziraphale and learns more about his old friend than he wanted to know. (lots of sex talk, no actual sex)

Crowley took a sip of his wine and let the flavorful liquid linger on his tongue for an extra second or two before swallowing. “Angel,” he drawled, “it reeks of fornication in here.”

Aziraphale bristled as though struck, which told him he was right. “It does not!”

“Oh, it most certainly does.”

One Good Turn (working title): A year after averting The War, and after a chance encounter with Adam Young, Crowley and Aziraphale decide it’s time to get back to being godfathers to the Antichrist. The correct Antichrist, this time.

“Oh, and I almost forgot. My cousin Anthony and his boyfriend are coming for a visit next Friday.”

Mr. Young looked up from his after-dinner newspaper with an expression of sublime bewilderment. “Your cousin Anthony? And… his boyfriend?”

“Yes, dear. Adam and I ran into the boyfriend – oh, no, I suppose ‘partner’ is probably the better word, they’re both a bit mature to be boyfriends – anyway, we ran into his partner in London when we were there shopping for your birthday, and we got to talking, and then Anthony turned up and we all had a lovely lunch and I said, it’s been ages since you’ve come to visit! And he said yes, but he’d been out of the country and working, and after this and that, well, Arthur…”

Dierdre Young went on with her explanation for several minutes, while Mr. Young listened and nodded and Adam watched his father’s eyes glaze over. 

The Patience of Angels: the big damn Book of Enoch-inspired fic that started me down this road to Hell. 

“You’ve been consorting with demons for centuries, that makes you the expert.”

“I have consorted—that is, I have been acquainted with one demon, singular, who is not what you might call a common denizen of Hell. And while I’m always interested in finding ways to help humans thwart the wiles of the evildoer at every turn, as you might say, I’ve also been in a very peaceful state of semi-retirement for several years.”

“True,” Gabriel pointed out, “but that’s still only semi-retired. And you’re technically still on our payroll.”

The Whole Damn World Turned Upside Down: After Crowley saves him from Nazis, Aziraphale makes an admission he hadn’t intended to make that night. Or possibly ever.

Aziraphale stooped to help him to his feet. “My dear fellow,” he said gently, “I’m an angel. I was made to sense love.”

“Oh no, don’t say it.” Crowley slumped forward, shaking his head forlornly. “Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. There’s nothing we can do…”

“But… it’s true.”

The demon swallowed. “True as gospel.”

Where Love's a Grown Up God: A long, drawn-out, emotional exploration of the Ineffable Husbands the night after the Apocalypse That Wasn’t. (possibly NSFW, not sure yet)

Crowley was gawking at him in a remarkably dumbfounded manner. "Angel," he said. "Kiss. More."

"Oh, for the love of—we don't have time!"

So Crowley stopped time.

It was talent peculiar to him, though whether it was specific to his demonic existence or something left over from his time as an angel, Aziraphale wasn't sure and had never worked up the nerve to ask. But it had saved his life a time or two, it had helped to save the world, and now...

And... now.

Wonders of the Invisible World: Crowley manages to get caught up in the Salem Witch Trials. (This fic is mostly an excuse for me to shit on Cotton Mather.) 

"Oh no, not a witch. I'm special. For once, the pious idiots have gotten it right."

"Oh no. You mean...?"

"Yup. Charged with being a demon. I hate America."

#gaslight blogs about fic #good omens #drowning in wips #plot bunny breeding season

[duskwitch]

Dusky watching episode 9-12

Yes, I have indeed not watched this since episode 8. Well, actually I did see 9 already but I haven’t written a rant about it. So, let’s do this, so I can rest in pieces until the next chapter!

Episode 9

Not even childhood makes Yukio tolerable.

Todo is ruining Victor’s voice for me.

I’m trying really hard to feel sorry for Yukio. I do. But the fact that he blames everything on the one person who knew NOTHING about what he’s been doing just makes it impossible for me. Sorry not sorry!

“Yukio is salty” is kind of a redundant statement at this point.

Awww, there comes out precious baby Satan. You go, Rin!

Could the Impure King please just take a dump on both Todo and Yukio? God...

Cue the intro!

Todo has a point in that Yukio avoids self-reflection. Otherwise he would have noticed what a massive dick he is towards his brother.

On the other hand, he spends waaay too much time thinking about every little shit his brother does. Get a hobby, Yukio!

Please don’t start counter-monologuing now...

NIPPLES!

Yeah, yeah, can we please go back to the more interesting characters now?

Karura... is it too much asked for you to show a little more concern?

Aaand there’s another kid who really needs to chill.

Dammit Rin, quit acting like a stereotypical Shounen protagonist!

Am I the only one who’s dissatisfied with the mediocrity of the animation?

You did well, Princess Suguro!

Dammit, Mephisto! Keep your comments to yourself if you are not going to lift a single finger!

Well, Yukio, maybe if you tried to show off a little less and summoned fewer demons, this would have worked out...

Burn the bitch!

Twin telepathy!

Shima, this is not the time for having a flashback!

Ah, my poor kitten son. Somebody give him a hug.

Hey, Shima! Don’t leave him alone, you asshat!!!

I can’t decide whether I like him better with dark hair or not. The pink is more unique. (PFFT, well, he did say he dyed it because the girls like it...)

I love how Shima always gets put in the front. lol

OMG THE FOX BABIES ARE STILL THE CUTEST THING EVER!!!

Yeah, I’d be annoyed, too.

Well, I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going.

Stop being Tsundere and let Blondie McTits save you!

OH NO! The tiny foxes!

I don’t understand why it was so hard to summon Nee. They seem to be rather happy to be around.

Nyoa! Pfft! The cabbage eyes!

Oh, dramatic music!

Aaand the white stuff is everywhere! Eww.

Oh, yeah, we were about to get crispy Yukio earlier...

DRAMATIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES! Choirs make everything 10 times more epic.

K’rik to the head!

Juzou is here to steal the show! Roll credits!

Episode 10

And this week: Shit is still going down!

I’d like to take a moment to appreciate the fact that the Impure King is indeed drawn and not CGI as I originally feared. It still looks kinda goofy.

No comments from the peanut gallery, Mephisto! (jk he needs more screen time)

Is this a Game of Thrones episode?

Boobie jiggling!

How does she know that’s its true form anyway?

Kinzou, shut up!

Is this a fight fire with fire thing?

In a Shounen anime, everyone comes up with their attack names as they go...

Hey, how about you guys in the back... idk... HELP HIM?!

Todo has a point. Again.

First dude dies!

Okay, but that flying chicken head is really ridiculous.

Draw Todo like one of your French girls.

PFFFFFFFFFFFT OMG that fireball is DBZ level ridiculous!

Aaand of course that attack is also named.

THE CHICKEN IS EXPLODING!!! AHAHAHAHAH! OMG! This is something straight out of Skyrim modding. “Can you kill it with explosive chickens?“

Well done, four-eyes! Too bad you aren’t cool.

You guys are taking too long...

HOLY FUCK, Todo is just creepy.

Shura is moving out. Hell yeah!

I feel you, Renzou... I want her to smother me with her rack, too.

Ninja Shura! ... oh, wait.

Meanwhile, Izumo still needs saving.

Do something useful, Karura!

What are those teats anyway? Is the Impure King an Impure Queen after all?

Hey, 15 minutes is pretty generous. That’s like 3 seasons of DBZ!

Oh no! Kuro!

Not sure why he can’t draw the sword right now but either way Yukio is probably part of the problem. And Rin’s lack of shoes.

This situation is too heavy. Time for some comedy!

Awww, Rin is too precious for this world.

Bon is laughing. Which is not as apocalyptic of an omen as, say, Yukio laughing... but things are still pretty bad.

HE DREW THE SWORD! Everyone stop whatever you doing!

Episode 11

Friendly reminder that the Impure King looks really ridiculous.

“Hey Okumura! The white stuff is getting into my face!“

Yeah, you drew it. Now do something useful!

TITS!

Shura is so pretty. =w=

The close ups are good but they really cut corners everywhere else in the animation. *sigh*

... Okay, I’m gonna say it, those things attacking Rin look like penises.

Oh no! Princess Suguro! You had one job, man.

Shine bright like a diamond...

I love every second of Mephisto’s screen time but I want to choke him for being a lazy asshole.

And there he goes quoting Nietzsche while Rin is dodging giant demon dicks and Yukio is trying to avoid surprise buttsex from Todo.

You are not his type, Todo! Take a hint!

K’rik to the head!

Okay, time to move the plot elsewhere.

Mephisto is having the time of his life.

Ucchusma has enough of your human bullshit and is here to get shit done. Also, he’s been waiting hundreds of years for his balls to drop.

Se interrupt this episode of Ao no Exorcist to give you... Shaman King!

Rin... you should have learned by now that hell chicken don’t give a single fuck ever.

Elsewhere, Nee still has the cutest butt ever. Look at that tail!!!

Shiemi to the rescue!

Damn, this scene is kinda hot. Forget the guys, Shiemizumo is the shit!

Hey! Don’t ignite other shipping feels over there! We just had a moment here!

Everyone calm your tits!

AAAHHHHH! The mediocrity of the animation makes me cry whenever they show Mephisto. It’s not as bad as the jail scene but eeehhhh.... why?!?! He could have been beautiful!

Did... he just switch legs? He totally just switched legs just now.

Title drop! ROLL THE FUCKING CREDITS!!!!

God, that LAUGH! I love it!

OMG did you see the way the ears shrunk when he sheathed the sword? Somebody gif this!!!

Bon probably thinks “Shit, now I have to show him Kyoto Tower after all...“

AAAHHH THE FACE!!!

YES! PRAISE HIM! PRAISE THE PRECIOUS RINNAMON ROLL!

They are making up!! I CAN’T!!!!

*snort* Here comes the head rub!

“Oh, hey, Yukio! While you were busy fighting Todo, I drew my blade!”

"Who let him out of his cell?” Dude!

They sentenced him to death already. There isn’t anything worse they can do to him. What the fuck are you mad about? Seriously, calm down and fuck off!

... he punched him hard enough for Rin to spit blood?!? That’s the most serious injury he got in this fight! DUDE!

Oh, NOW he’s all “Nii-san!“? FUCK YOU!!!!

Not sure if bad or excellent parenting...

Episode 12

Here comes the clean up crew. If only the people who fought the Impure King all night had been this well equipped....

What is that kangaroo dragon thing?

You jerks had helicopters all along?

I love how Torako always gives the impression that she’s about to make a gentle gesture when she’s really about to blow up in your face.

Aww, poor Mamushi!

Nooo, don’t cry!!!

Pffft, Kuro!

Here comes the ship-tease!

BFF-ED! God, Shiemi, that was savage... *cackles*

Shima, you dick!

THE THING! THE SCENE IS HAPPENING! (Well, I already watched it twice but eh!)

The mediocre animation... oh, the pain!

Mephisto... y u lyin’?

Shura is so pretty!!!!

Am I the only one who always wondered about Mephisto just randomly starting to drink in the middle of day? Is this a Japanese thing?

They really had to zoom in on her... well, that is where her pussy is, no way to sweet it. Creepy animation guys...

At least we got the heart socks.

Sorry, our animation cannot do the hotness of this scene any justice. Have some tits to put you off!

Excuse Mephisto while he’s having a boner and being a dick.

gdi how can a woman be so beautiful!

Yukio needs to chill!

OMG Koneko’s parents were so cute!!! Look at his mom! She was a total cutie pie!

Making my way downtown, walking fast... walking back. WHAT!

What is Koneko WEARING?!

”We porked so now we have to get married!” What century are you from, Juzou?!

Dad Hojo’s reaction oh god! xD

Looks like everyone has their priorities together.

WHAT ARE THOSE SNAKES?!?!?! Uwabami what?

I’m so happy for Uwabami but I can’t stop laughing!!!!!

FIELD TRIP TIME!

And now they are going to milk the joke. Ahhh, poor Rin!

Is that... a carpet floor on the top of Kyoto tower. WHAT?!

Everyone is friends again! I’m happy!

Aaand they are showing it by being dicks. Huehehe. How did they rope Salty-o into this, tho?

Oh, so because they did that Kraken arc in the first season they move up the conversation between Rin and Yukio to now? Does that mean they are not doing the canon Kraken arc? SUUUCKS!

Don’t think too highly of yourself, Yukio! You did jack shit to “force him into using Satan’s power“! If anything, you were part of the reason he was insecure about using it!

... this ending was shoehorned and awkward. I’m disappointed. But overall the last couple of episodes were okay. Now we wait for the next chapter.