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I found peace in your gentle embrace.
(Prints Available!)
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Entering my domestic goddess era (have washed, hung, and brought in one load of laundry in the same day).
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Let me be the answer to your questions, little Starmaker.
(I will be the morning star that swallows you whole)
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I love ships where one of them desperately needs to hear they are loved and Good Enough i’m sure it means nothing about me lol
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When man landed on the moon Crowley watched.
He sat on his couch with a bottle of wine and watched. And during those very first steps he laughed to himself.
They had actually done it. They could see the universe almost exactly as he could in its very first moments. They were up there with the stars like he had once been.
Then his chucked turned to tears and he sat there and cried as he watched them up there where he had once been.
He cried because they had actually done it.
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Good omens my beloved. Gonna start posting a lot just to get some stuff going. Gotta hit you with the classic here- oh how I love these fools.
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Aziraphale: What do you do for a living?
Crowley: I exist against my will.
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Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.
It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.
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i wanna rotoscope some skating clips sooo bad. i could do it. i COULD go that far. i could animate crowley doing a triple axel. or aziraphale’s layback spin.
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By the poolside, Ineffable wives.
I’d drawn the Crowley part of this a while back but never managed to get round to Aziraphale until now.
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~ The Very Last Supper of the Rest of Their Lives ~
CLOSE-UPS!
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Something I have noticed. This reaction is Crowley responding to Aziraphale saying “I haven’t seen you since….the flood?”
Aziraphale may not have seen Crowley since the flood, but going by Crowley’s reaction he has definitely 100% seen Aziraphale.
😏 you wily serpent.
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It was my dream
To draw Aziracrow like Fujimoto and Granmamare ✨
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GOAD Writer's Guild: Paper Petals for Isolde (Chapter 10)
(Resounding and forever applause and thanks to @goodomensafterdark for their continued support, and to @happynachohologram for the continued beta support! I love you guys!)
Paper Petals for Isolde
by ElysiumLeo
Rating: E
Story CW: Lots of smut (heed AO3 tags and notes), Human AU, Star-Crossed Lovers, Gang Member Crowley/High Society Aziraphale, Fake Rivalry, Secret Relationship/Marriage, Mutual Pining, Drama and Romance, Angst/Fluff/Smut, Soulmates, Body Worship
Chapter CW: Mentions of Gang shenanigans and activity, cursing, bullying (a pretty tame chapter overall)
Story Summary:
Crowley and Aziraphale have a big secret: they've been married for nearly four years. They've managed to keep their relationship under wraps, but the stress of keeping such a secret has been the biggest issue in their otherwise happily married life. Why is that, you might ask?
Crowley is a member of London's most notorious street gang, and Aziraphale was born into a high-profile political family. If either of their sides found out about their relationship, it wouldn't just be their marriage at stake...
But when Crowley opens his herbalist shop over the road from A.Z. Fell's, suddenly that secret becomes nearly impossible to keep. And when the rest of Whickber Street begins to suspect there's something going on between them, it will take everything in Crowley and Aziraphale's power to keep their star-crossed romance from unraveling before their very eyes.
Chapter 10 Excerpt (Set in 2002):
“AVAUNT, FOUL THING!”
Silence fell over the clearing in the trees as Aziraphale’s eyes scanned the area. He expected to find a poor woman, cowering on the ground with a large, brutish man menacing her. Instead, he found himself staring down at the sight of a boy lying on his stomach with textbooks and a knapsack scattered in front of him, and the open screen of a bulky DVD player. On the screen, he could see pictures flashing as a movie played. The moment Aziraphale had leaped into the clearing, the boy on the ground jumped in fright, rolling over to look up at whoever had interrupted his study time. Aziraphale felt a thrill flutter up his spine as he met familiar amber eyes, a tousle of messy red hair, and the equally surprised look on Crowley’s face as he stared at the foil aimed in his direction.
Then utter embarrassment, as Aziraphale realised how silly the whole ridiculous scenario had been.
“... Did you just yell ‘Avaunt’ at me?” Crowley asked, finally breaking the silence between them.
Cheeks flushing bright red, Aziraphale cleared his throat, quickly lowering the foil to his side. “I-I uhm… I thought someone was being attacked,” he mumbled. “I was trying to be intimidating.”
Crowley blinked at him, a bright and crooked smile flashing across his face. “I guess mission accomplished then?” Sitting up, Crowley turned off the DVD player, silencing the dramatic screams of the woman as the villain sank a wicked blade into her back. Shutting the shell of the screen, he turned to face Aziraphale, crossing his legs and flashing him a devious smile. “I mean, if you were trying to scare the bloody hell out of me, consider me properly spooked. Where’d you learn that word? S’all a bit mediaeval, in’nt?”
Slumping, Aziraphale offered him a grouchy glare, pushing his hand through his hair to brush the wayward curls from his forehead. As he did so, he felt a little twig fall out from where he’d skulked through the bushes, and he felt himself melting further into embarrassment. “What are you doing here, Crowley? And what are you hiding in the trees like that for?”
Crowley shrugged, patting the ground next to him in invitation and ignoring his question for the time being. “I’ll be honest, I’m a bit flattered, really. Five years since we last saw each other and the first thing you do is point a sword at my face. I knew I was a bastard, but now this is just a bit on the nose, yeah?”
Aziraphale blushed, glancing down at the foil in his hand. “O-Oh, it’s not a sword. It’s a fencing foil. Kind of more like a big wire than anything.” Dropping down to the ground next to his long-lost friend, Aziraphale held out the foil to him.
With interest, Crowley reached out and took the training weapon from him, examining it carefully. “I dunno. If it looks like a sword and swishes like a sword, I’d say it’s a sword,” he replied, before passing it back to Aziraphale. “That’s really cool, Aziraphale. And you came jumping in all ready to fight someone with it. Pretty brave if you ask me.”
Aziraphale blushed a deeper red, tucking the sword behind him as he glanced up at his friend over the rims of his glasses. “T-Thanks. I guess it’s cool… although I’m not at epee training yet. Probably by next year though. Then sabre after that. That’s my goal anyway.” Clearing his throat, Aziraphale bumped shoulders with him, a sly smile crossing his lips. “Sorry I tried to fight you. Thought you were a mugger or something… I didn’t recognise you without all those bits of metal in your teeth. Almost unrecognisable, you are.”
“Hey! I only had them for like a year. And you’ll be happy to hear that that bloody lisp is gone.” Crowley flashed him a bright grin before whistling through his teeth. “Now I just sound as boring as the rest of you lot.”
Aziraphale snickered, shaking his head. “You’re not boring! Wouldn’t have made all these grand plans with you to go off and fight villains if I thought you were boring.”
Crowley beamed at him, scootching closer to his friend. “S’Been awhile, hasn’t it? Where have you been? Did you go away for school or something?”
At his question, Aziraphale hesitated. Eyes darting away from his friend, he twisted the hem of his uniform trousers in his fingers before shrugging. “No, just here,” he replied, his voice dropping. At his side, he could see the concern flash across Crowley’s face at his sudden shift in mood, and he cursed himself for allowing his sour emotions to get the better of him. The last thing Aziraphale wanted was to ruin this surprise reunion with his troubles...
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#aaaaaaah this chapter though!!#fic rec#good omens#good omens fanfiction#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands
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