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I have found a small portion of the IT script and decided to draw it before the supercut comes out

I have worked hard on this please love me

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“Roger had run a stall at Kensington Market with Freddie years earlier and they were clearly soulmates; they’d often sit together, giggling.” —Jim Hutton.  “Freddie and Roger had similar outlooks on life and at the beginning they had the market stall in Kensington Market. Both of them had a facility to be able to sell anything to anyone.”  —Peter Freestone.  “…Possibly Freddie and Roger were the keenest. Brian was a big career man deeply into studying physics and astronomy and had reservations about it, but the other two are the born stars.” —John Deacon. 

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Elton John: I didn’t understand why Roger and Brian cared so much about their dumb biopic actors until I got a dumb biopic actor of my own.

Elton John: (picks up Taron)

Elton John: I’ve only had Taron for a day and a half but if anything happened to him, I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Roger Taylor and Brian May: (nod understandingly)

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So going off the “Crowley is Raphael” theory: Crowley is Raphael, but he doesn’t remember that he’s Raphael. Like, sure, he remembers some things about his life as an angel- he knows he built that one nebula, he has a vague recollection of how he Fell, etc. But he doesn’t remember who he was, specifically. Maybe that’s a side effect of Falling, maybe Lucifer mindwiped him because another ex-archangel running around in Hell was really putting a damper on his plans. 

So Lucifer sends him to Earth mostly just to get him out of the way. Hell doesn’t really care who he used to be (if they do, in fact, remember him). Sure, he was powerful in Heaven, but they rebelled against Heaven, so what does it matter? If anything, he should have a lesser position than the rest of them. (If anyone questions why this logic isn’t applied to Lucifer, they are summarily thrown to a Hellhound.) His past does make Hell even more suspicious of him than they would normally be, though. And it makes Hastur pause for a second when he says he’s going to call the Dark Council, because maybe this guy has been playing some sort of long con the entire time?

And Crowley’s running around on Earth and deeply enjoying making humans’ lives miserable. It’s an art form. But deep down, he does genuinely care about humanity. And it’s not that “oh, he used to be an angel, and the caring about humanity part stuck around when he Fell.” And it’s not that he wants to recapture who he was as an archangel- he doesn’t remember he was one. All he remembers is that Michael was a wanker and Heaven was cruel for all its promise of love and they threw him out for asking questions. Why would he want to recapture that?

It’s that his empathy is part of who he is, no matter if he’s an angel or a demon.

Further idea: Crowley doesn’t remember who he is, but Aziraphale sure does. He’s watching Adam and Eve leave Eden, already worried about giving them his sword, and all of a sudden a Fallen-fucking-ARCHANGEL is standing next to him talking about lead balloons. 

And maybe Raphael’s Fall is the sort of secret everybody knows about because it’s just so horrifying. Maybe there’s a rumor that Raphael was never supposed to Fall, it was only supposed to be Lucifer, but somehow Raphael went against the Plan. 

Maybe Aziraphale looks at Crowley when he suggests they avert the apocalypse and thinks “this is exactly what got you in trouble the first time, do you really think it’s going to end better for you now?”

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Sometimes if Crowley thought about it long enough and hard enough, he could remember what he was like before he fell. He was big- sort of? The clearest thing he could remember was the light- the over whelming light that extended out into space out to the farthest and coldest stars. 

He’d had a different name, too. A name before Anthony J. Crowley, a name even before he was called Crawley. It was an important name, a powerful name he could just barely recall the sound of it in God’s soothing voice. The way his brothers used to tease him as they flew through the universe breathing stars and life into creation as they had been ordered. The name itself was gone, stripped away from him when Lucifer pulled him down out of heaven to join in his rebellion. 

Crowley hadn’t thought much about it at the time, that nothing truly bad could happen if he was with his big brother. Then he burned and his glorious white wings stung and burned, the ash of his skin darkening his wings until they were black as soot. 

Lucifer, in his outrage for loosing, or maybe just to punish Crowley for whatever he’d done wrong (cried from the pain, perhaps?) had looked into his head and taken out the name God had given him. 

So, he could remember that the name as said by God or Michael or Gabriel or Lucifer had been a comfort to him but not the name itself. 

Crowley had never bothered to ask Aziraphale though he was certain the angel could remember it. The question of his old name had come to mind while he’d been following around Aziraphale at the Tate Museum. They had some special exhibition on an older less-well known artist Xenophilius Reknowned. Ironically, he wasn’t very reknown until well after his death. 

Xenophilius Reknowned, born 1900, died 1945 in Dresden. Only through a miracle, so to speak, that while he burned away in Allied Firebombings his paintings did not. The exactly 13 (and 1 complete sketch book) paintings that remained in storage until being found in 2010 when a couple was looking for a place to fool around. 

Anyway, it took nearly a decade for the artwork to find its way over to the London Tate Museum of Art. If one were in London and fancied a walk around, it would take approximately 12 minutes to go from the Tate to St. Paul’s Cathedral. From which, if going to the very top, you could see over the Thames and back onto the Tate. 

But that isn’t important, aside from the slight bit of irony. 

In the lightly colored hallway, set aside for exhibitions such as this, Xenophilius’ paintings were on display. Three of them depicted Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer. Michael’s with his great sword, Gabriel and his horn and Lucifer’s fall. Several depicted the rebellion which led to the fall and the last one was a set piece of sorts. The painting depicted a figure, looking quite at ease with the world as he fell through the sky head first, his leg at an odd angle with one wing bright white and the other black. It was the oddest thing to look at as if you starred long enough at it, you’d swear the white wing was shimmering. Or that if you looked at it again, you would swear that it had been the other wing which was white and the other that was black. 

As Aziraphale flitted about the room, studying the paintings Crowley found himself in front of this last painting. There was something about it that made Crowley feel uncomfortable, sort of tense. In his head was a mix of radio static and burning. 

It’s title was “Truth will out by Caesar’s 6th: 24-7-22-14-7-11-18.” 

“Well that’s odd,” Crowley muttered, jumping a bit when a pair of hands wrapped around his arm, Aziraphale’s head resting against his shoulder. 

Ever since the Armagedidn’t and both Heaven and Hell had left them alone, Zira had felt more comfortable in public embraces of affection. Hand-holding, hugging, an occasional peck. Crowley found himself very much enjoying it. 

“What is?” 

“This painting- doesn’t it just feel weird?” 

“Hmm,” Aziraphale murmured, standing up straight to study the portrait. He was quiet for a moment before releasing a surprised “huh.” 

Crowley was watching his companion intently, waiting for the angel to continue. 

“It was painted with holy water, I think? I think the artist was a seer of sorts? Perhaps he saw this angel falling and was inspired?” 

The fallen angel was quiet for a moment, his next words tentative and unsure. 

“Angel, I think that’s me.” 

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GO Fancast: Terry Pratchett as Aziraphale and Neil Gaiman as Crowley

I mean they do so much cosplay already

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Your Crowley is perfect, literally straight from hell

Hhhh Thanks! You can say that he came

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Preorders for Here’s to The Next Time: An Ineffable Zine are now live!

Access our Kickstarter page here!

Here’s to The Next Time: An Ineffable Zine is a Good Omens (Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett) art zine that will cover the development of the relationship between the angel Aziraphale and the demon Crowley from Eden to the Apocalypse.

Six thousand years in the making, the zine will be a limited printing featuring 15 artists. Each one of them designed an exclusive piece(s) to put together a timeline of events from Ancient Greece to China, from Noah’s Arch to The Great Fire of London, from Shakespeare plays to Queen concerts and so much more an eternal life alongside your favorite enemy can cover.

FAQ

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Harry Potter AU

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Hi Errrr I saw you took 6 requests ? If I am not too late, can I ask for some Aziraphale and snake!Crowley? Or maybe Aziraphale protecting Crowley from Hastur ? *hide in the shadows* *shy*

Since I drew Snake!Crowley waaayyyy back here I went with the other prompt (>////

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Good Omens TV Episode 4 comments/doodles!

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Finduilas in Nargothrond by https://twitter.com/melkoron_

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I love how Roger is each Queen member’s Best friend, all at the same time.

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Inktober - Day 2| The Sleeping Beauty

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Day 1 - Inktober | The Evil Queen (Disney)