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glassiskies · 7 months

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crowley actually invented the game smash or pass. he just didn’t know it then

#*disappears for weeks and then posts this*#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #2023 art

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melonsharks · 8 months

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i went. insane. LOOK. i know a lot of people realllyyyy wanted crowley to be the wedding dress designer LOOK I KNOW AND ITS OK u can make ur own au i promise but in MY WORLD. you need to understand me.

crowley owning a vineyard is personal to me. he is THE snake in the garden of eden, tempting is his JOB ok. he makes wines aziraphale indulges in, aziraphale designs dresses with crowley in mind. do you hear me. are you listening to me. i have everything from the second they meet mapped out OK i know what im talking about. listen to my delusions, boy.

#ive been losing my mind ive seen this movie so many times this week #how my friends arent sick of hearing me talk abt this is a miracle in and of itself #good omens #good omens 2 #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable divorce #warlock dowling #go adam young #ineffable husbands #parent trap au #good omens au #gabuart #I WAS ONLY PLANNING TO DRAW THIS ONCE AND NEVER TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN.#i have more where theyre young but ill post them tomorrow #i mean im posting them all on instagram tonight so u can see them there if u want

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fremulon · 8 months

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proportionally, to a 6000-year-old, 4 years is about the equivalent of 12 days to a 50-year-old

they had (what felt like) 12 days of freedom

#good omens #gos2 #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #actually this makes the gabe beez relationship speedrun even funnier #they really eloped after 2 weeks #edit: people keep being like they're over 6000 because they were around before earth!#yes I know but I needed a number to go off #if it helps think of it as 'time on Earth' rather than 'age'

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golswia · 9 months

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GETTING READY FOR 28TH

#good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #crowley #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #golswia art #golswia #I LOV THIS PROMO PHOTOS #BUT THE CRIME IS TO SEPARATE THEM #so i drew them together #The power i hold #ONLY 4 DAYSSSS AAAAAAA #Or 3??#THIS WEEK ANYWAY-

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pommegrantaire · 7 months

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well, heaven knows

that without you is how i disappear

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vavoom-sorted-art · 5 months

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The Art war continues, here‘s part 2 of ridiculous this story that I‘m basically making up as I go lol

Part 1 | Part 3

#I’ve drawn like 12 comic pages this week #good omens #crowley #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #art #good omens 2 #goodomens #azicrow #good omens comic #good omens fancomic #comic #bamf aziraphale #trigger warning #chained crowley #nsft #the art war #vavoomcomic

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mizgnomer · 7 months

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Good Omens 2 - Glasses Off

#good omens #david tennant #michael sheen #crowley and aziraphale #ineffable husbands #goodomensedit #good omens 2 #there will be a Glasses On version in the coming weeks #and you probably know what one of those gifs will be #and it will be sad #crowley #(in the last gif it looks like his glasses magically reappear)#(poor dear stuck in a time loop)#stuff i posted

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sentientsky · 5 months

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im rly gay for the fly demon, apparently

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mrghostrat · 6 months

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it's chemical warfare, red lips and television eye wear raspberry soda hair, in the pool in a blow up gummy bear

it's only november and it feels like summer already. paintin crowleys to cope 💧 (speedpaint on patreon tomorrow!)

#demon or human au? up to u #gomens #good omens #crowley #can't believe i drew 2 crowleys and formed an Immediate Addiction #ive been wanting to draw this for like 2 weeks; im so glad i sat on it and waitedddd #can u believe i nearly gave him short hair #clearly the heat is getting to me #ineffable husbands #rat draws

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littlenimart · 9 months

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i gotta focus. I’m shifting into Gomens mode.

#good omens #rewatched s1 last week and went to s2 screening in BK in prep for S2 and I’m sick with da fever baby #air conditioning #ineffable husbands #<- tagging both but I way prefer air conditioning… calling anything ___ husbands just gives me 2012 flashbacks it’s a me problem

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twobabkas · 10 months

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#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #my edits #two weeks besties

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michaelsheens · 7 months

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From what I hear, God's a bit tetchy. Wiping out the human race. Big storm. All of them? Just the locals. I don't believe the Almighty's upset with the Chinese. Or the Native Americans. Or the Australians. Yet. And God's not actually going to wipe out all the locals. I mean, Noah up there, his family, his sons, their wives...they're all going to be fine.

GOOD OMENS - 1.03 Hard Times

#good omens #goodomensedit #usersugar #userelio #useraurore #userlauren #userange #uservici #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #*#shows #had this in my drafts for weeks. might as well post it #also all of these shots have slightly different lighting and i couldn't be arsed apparently lmao

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fexalted · 8 months

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good omens + text posts (part 9)

an assortment i made last year with some season 2 mixed in for variety :3c

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spacechalk · 10 days

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Glass

After it was all over, Aziraphale sat on the edge of a bluff and let his feet hang over the side. Rivers and farmland stretched before him. In the distance he spotted a church crouched behind a copse of trees. His heel knocked loose a pebble. He watched it tumble into empty space and wondered what it would feel like to follow.

Behind him he heard the gentle rumble of an engine. The sound of a door slamming shut was muted, as was the crunch of boots on gravel as someone approached. He didn’t look around.

A wine bottle was thrust before his eyes. Automatically, he noted the vintage. He must have gone to some effort for this.

“Drink?”

Aziraphale nodded.

Crowley dropped beside him, sending another cascade of pebbles down the cliff. He produced two wine glasses and handed one to the angel.

Once the wine had generously been decanted, Crowley knocked his glass against Aziraphale’s with a bright ring that vibrated through his fingers.

“I believe congratulations are in order,” he said, taking a swig.

“Hmm,” Aziraphale murmured. He peered into his glass. He could see his reflection along the outer rim.

Crowley cleared his throat. “They underestimated you.” He hesitated, then made an aborted gesture with one hand. “I underestimated you.”

Aziraphale took a long pull from his glass.

Crowley planted his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, trying to catch Aziraphale’s eye. When the angel didn’t look up, he turned away, face etched with resignation. He kicked a heel against the cliff and watched dirt shower down.

Aziraphale took this opportunity to eye the demon’s profile.

“How does it work?” he asked.

Crowley looked over his shoulder. “How does what work?”

“No Heaven. No Hell.” The icy hand that had been stalking him the last few months seized his heart. “How do you know good from evil?” A dark void threatened to open up beneath his feet. If he put one foot wrong he would fall in and keep falling, forever. He struggled to breathe. “What if you can’t? What if there…isn’t? At all?”

Suddenly there was a hand on his arm. He could hear his breath harsh in his ears as he looked at it. He looked up into Crowley’s yellow eyes.

“It’s okay angel. Breathe.”

Aziraphale could feel tears gathering in his eyes. “The sheer – arrogance,” he murmured, “to think that I – ”

“Arrogant?” A strangled laugh struggled in the demon’s throat. “Aziraphale – you are the only person I met in all of Hell or Heaven who cared – at all – to even try to figure out what was right and wrong,” he said intently, every line of him leaning forward, eyes wide, trying to make him understand. “The arrogance to try? What about the arrogance of thinking you don’t have to?” His breath pulled rapidly in and out of his chest.

The tears Aziraphale had been fighting spilled over.

“I’m not sure this is going to be comforting but – I don’t think anyone knows for sure, certainly not me,” Crowley said. His grip on Aziraphale’s arm tightened. “I’m not sure that what the Almighty imparted in the garden was knowledge of good and evil so much that it was knowledge that everything is complicated and all of it matters so much. It deserves your conscience and your doubt. It deserves your best effort.”

He tilted his head, tried to catch Aziraphale’s eyes. “I am not worried about you at all,” he said, lips quirking in an attempt at a smile. “You, who gave your sword away at the very Beginning. You’ve always had a heart for these things.”

Aziraphale raised a hand to wipe his eyes and Crowley let go, turning to look out over the landscape below. Aziraphale immediately missed his grip; but he was still close, shoulders brushing together.

“’Sides,” Crowley said, aiming for nonchalance and falling staggeringly short, “I’ll still be here. It’s easier together, I think.”

Crowley looked out at the fields and Aziraphale looked at Crowley. He was swamped by the urge to put his head on Crowley’s shoulder and only just managed to resist it.

Aziraphale looked into his glass. “About what you said – in the bookshop –” he began.

Crowley flung up a hand to head him off. He drained the rest of his glass in one go. “We don’t need to talk about that,” he rasped.

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow. “Don’t we?”

Crowley shook his head emphatically. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I said anything. Or…” He hesitated, his eyes dropping to Aziraphale’s lips before careening away. “…did, anything. You don’t need to say…what you’re going to say. I promise I won’t do it again.” He sloppily crossed his heart and pushed himself to his feet.

Aziraphale listened to his footsteps crunching back toward the Bentley. A kind of calm anger poured in and began filling up his chest. His face set like stone. “That’s a shame,” he said out loud.

The footsteps paused. “What was that?”

“I said – ” Aziraphale pushed himself to his feet and turned around. Crowley stood halfway to the car, bottle and glass in one hand, keys in the other.

“I said,” he said, “it’s a shame that you will never again tell me that you love me; will never kiss me again.” He twisted his hands together, fingernails biting into skin. “I was rather hoping you would.”

Crowley stared at him.

Aziraphale moved forward until they were only inches apart. He held Crowley’s eyes.

Crowley hesitated for a long moment, searching his face. Finally he swayed forward, almost helplessly, head tilted, and pressed his lips to Aziraphale’s.

Aziraphale inhaled sharply and leaned into the kiss. He brought one hand around to grip Crowley’s shoulder, and used the other to cup Crowley’s face. A tremor ran down Crowley’s body. Aziraphale brushed his thumb along Crowley’s jawline and deepened the kiss. That icy hand retreated and Aziraphale dared to hope he would learn how to keep it at bay. He felt like he had stepped outside in winter and found a patch of sun.

He pulled back and smiled to himself at the dazed expression on Crowley’s face. “Do you want to get rid of…” he indicated the bottle and glass still in Crowley’s hand.

Crowley slowly dragged his eyes away and looked at the offending objects. “Hm? Oh, right.” Unceremoniously, he tossed them away, stuffing the keys back into his pocket as he did so. His arms encircled Aziraphale and pulled him back in for another heady kiss.

The glass hit the ground, but instead of shattering into shards, it shattered into seeds, which germinated far too rapidly, extending tender green shoots and fragile white roots until a patch of wildflowers had rooted in the gravel beside the road, an eddy of pink, red, purple, and impossible blue.

#good omens #fanfic #soft #but soft what light #i hope everyone is having a good week #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands

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melonpaya · 7 months

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