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hi aziraphale :>

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Oh, is it the day when I can repost my GO fanarts and not feel guilty about it? 😅 Happy anniversary, ineffables! 🥳

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I will never shut up about tartan umbrellas.

The umbrella series: 1 | 2

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Crowley.exe stopped working 😈😇😐

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I’m very very very tempted to draw a comic with these two dressed like THIS!

I love

Legs

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consider this officially considered

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Good Omens Foiled prints arrived!

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If it really counts as a rewatch, my number might even be higher than that.

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Good Omens Holiday Swap 2019 - “Flowers, Ink, and Window Panes” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Aziraphale opened his flower shop across the street from Crowley’s tattoo parlor three months ago, and in that amount of time, they’ve said a grand total of six lines to one another - the same six lines they recite every morning before they start their day. That’s not to say Crowley hasn’t been trying to find a way to break the ice, invite the man out on a date, but past anxiety is holding him back. What in the world would he say to him? What could they possibly have in common. Until one day, Crowley finds a way to talk to Aziraphale without saying a word. (9777 words)

Notes: Written for @scribblemakes and their prompt ‘Florist/Tattoo artist AU’. I hope you enjoy it

Read on AO3.

Crowley sits at his work station and watches the clock, the second hand hopping from dash to dash, ratcheting up his heart rate with every jerky bounce. He hasn’t opened his shop yet, doesn’t normally open up in the mornings without an appointment, and even then, not before eleven.

He’s a man who appreciates his sleep.

Normally.

But for the past three months, he’s gotten up early, showered and dressed, to sit at his station and babysit his wall clock until ten.

When the man across the narrow street from him unlocks his doors.

The last five minutes are the hardest as the minute hand creeps toward the twelve and the hour hand lingers, hovering close to the ten but not quite touching it. A bizarre anxiety builds in Crowley’s chest that it might never get there, that his clock might break down and throw everything out of whack. Irrationally, he has imbued his clock with far too much power; that its running out of battery may cause the man across the way to show up late.

Or not at all.

Crowley can’t even recall the last time he changed the batteries in that thing. Or his smoke detector. Or the remote to the in-shop telly.

Half the time he’s convinced these things run on sheer will alone.

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*Click + wait for better quality & enlarge for better view / Individual high res pics on my dA [ 1 | 2 ]*

Duet for Two Knights

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duality of man my good omens art

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(he needed an open-concept boyfriend shirt to complete the look)

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Crowley absolutely gets caught singing nursery rhymes and children’s songs to himself from time to time. Years as Nanny and helping to practically raise a child nursery rhymes and children songs were present and heard on a daily basis and I will not be convinced otherwise. So every now and then the demon will start singing these songs to himself in an idle manner. Catch him singing ‘Baby Beluga’ under his breath with a little skip in his step and sway to his hips as he goes about his day.

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reverse?

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Aziraphale: [breathes]

Crowley:

Good Omens is my current obsession, so I just had to draw my favourite demon boi. That’s all. According to my friend, the turtleneck, luscious locks and sassy glasses apparently make him look like “the editor of a very prestige magazine”. Which amuses me so much. But anyway, let me present you a very unamused demon. Or he’s just trying to stay calm around Aziraphale, because that little bastard is adorable. It should be illegal to be that precious.