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A Gold Ringed Teacup

Explicit, 4.8k words.

Summary: Crowley tries to keep his eyes closed against his shame but succumbs to opening them in the end, too eager to watch as the angel’s hands made for cradling dainty things, fine china teacups and old delicate books, hold him steady and tug confidently at his clothing. Aziraphale acts as if every bit of skin revealed to him is a treat, looks up at Crowley’s face occasionally like he’d like to dab his fingers to collect the crumbs of him, lick the rest of him off the bottom of the plate.

Dread and despair build in layers on Crowley when he spends extended periods of time in Hell, and when he returns to the surface barely held together, his angel sees to him just as he needs and peels them off, one by one.

Featured Tags:

Gentle Dom Aziraphale

Disaster Puppy Crowley

Collared Crowley

Inappropriate use of halos

Crowley with a vulva

Multiple orgasms

Squirting

Wet and messy

Watersports as a form of therapy

Drinking fluids that aren't tea from teacups

Gratuitous mentions of socks

Featuring art by FangirlingArt that is entirely 🔥 too hot 🔥 for Tumblr.

early reviews rave:

"I need you to stop writing things that make me reconsider what I find hot. This is deeply inconvenient." "Tea break is gonna be weird tomorrow." "Piss out of piss."

Thank you as always to my incredible bestie @pixiefairy15 for looking over this and encouraging me!

☕ Click here to read A Gold Ringed Teacup on Ao3 ☕

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The best way to begin a new ineffable year... is with spicy stuff🫢🔥✨

(please, do not disturb) ❤️

My first GO fanart of 2025~

Happy New (Ineffable) Year!🎉

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i find it really interesting (not in a negative way!) when people fancast fem!aziraphale for the would-have-been s2 60s minisode or similar with other actors cause look

i think michael would take one look at a fem!aziraphale script and go "not only will i do that myself but i'll absolutely kill it too"

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グッドスモーメンズ

(Good Sumomens)

The Tale of Kinoshin-zeki and the Snake

Crowley on assignment in Japan, finds a sumo wrestler puppet that looks strikingly like Aziraphale, which amuses him to no end.

Crowley attends the next match and recognizes the fair haired, muscular wrester "Kinoshin" as he throws his opponent, Oushiki, to the ground.

Crowley tries to get Aziraphale's attention surreptitiously, but the angel seems distracted as he departs the match.

Finally, Crowley approaches Aziraphale while he eats his post-match chanko-nabe and they dine together. Aziraphale explains that he's also on assignment, sent to wrestle his way to the top, demonstrating faith and devotion.

Aziraphale shares with Crowley the scrolls he's been collecting while on assignment. Local folk tales, Shinto rituals, and sumo techniques and rules.

Crowley challenges Aziraphale to a match to find out what the angel is really capable of.

Crowley loses. The angel cake is too powerful.

After losing the match, Crowley remarks on the wonders that all the shiko have been doing for that ass.

This is when Crowley learns that Kinoshin-zeki likes to eat out after every match. To regain his strength, of course.

When Aziraphale shows off his collection of shunga books, another demon overhears their subsequent wrestling. Eric quickly runs off to get backup to help the demon Crowley defeat the messenger of light.

The two devise a battle of miracles. They really put on a show for whoever happened to be watching.

Their respective sides satisfied, the two enjoy a final stroll before departing Japan for their next assignments.

にほんでに てんしとへびは しばられた

I hope that's enough of a story for you all because that's probably all I'll get around to. If it inspires you to make it into a real fic, I'd love to see it!

Link to a catalogue of all the individual posts which have the original prints and their artist credits. I encourage you to go look at the originals, they are so fascinating!

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What happens on Lesbos, stays on Lesbos.

Full version

Trying to include more backgrounds but doesn’t mean I like it

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totally inaccurate but I had such a tough day and I needed (Bildad) I mean, to laugh, very much✨

• An angel and a demon in the desert •

Bildaddy is not very fond to patience.

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Someone on Reddit mentioned Nanny Ogg and Nanny Ashtoreth being a good match and I gotta agree. When Aziraphale can have a book club with the Librarian, Crowley can have a girl's night out with Nanny.

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Made for the Italian P0rn Fest #18, with the prompt ☆ French Revolution, culottes and barricades ☆

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All good omens headcanons are valid.

You see them as cis allo gay men? Thats fine, as long as you respect people who don't.

Transfem lesbians? Sure.

Aroace? Why not?

Demisexual nonbinary she/hers? Go for it.

The only rules are have fun and be nice

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happy new year lol

full crop! :

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fem crowley save me fem crowley

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Wow! can u believe they r both gay and trans and can do anything

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“They mistakenly think it’s a safe space again.”

In shock tonight over the revelation that a well-known GO author (moonyinpisces) has been baiting members of her own server and then making fun of them behind their backs on a private channel; she also encouraged the same people to trash fic authors who wrote femme or trans Azicrow, had strong TERF undertones in multiple conversations, claims asexual people are just repressed, and that BDSM equals abuse.

The line that I highlighted, “they mistakenly think it’s a safe space again” made my blood boil - what kind of person pretends to create a safe space?! Appalling and shameful behaviour, and yes I will call it out when I see it.

This fandom is especially unique and wonderful for the fact that Aziraphale and Crowley can be anything, represent anything - as two beings of no fixed gender or sexuality or form, they can be asexual or trans or gay or bi or female or pregnant or literally anything you want. For those of us who have never seen ourselves represented in media or in fiction, this free pass to create them into anything we want is beautiful, and so rare. To make fun of that, to make a mockery of why these characters are so special and precious to us, is abhorrent. To single out fic writers who write something you don’t like and whisper about them like bullies in a schoolyard is so immature - if you don’t like something, don’t read it, assume it’s for someone else, and move on. There are tens of thousands of Azicrow stories out there to read.

Now I don’t want to spread more anger or hate, so don’t attack the people in question - because you’re better than that kind of behaviour - but I do recommend the block/unfollow button.

I won’t tolerate bullies, no matter how old or popular they are, or how good their writing is. A bully is a bully and they should have no place in this fandom.

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I decided to paint 1941 Crowley. I needed a distraction for a bit, and I wanted to play around with my style for a more enjoyable process. Enjoy!

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Dreamcatching

Human dreams weren’t usually as lifelike as Crowley’s would appear to be, the vividness calling forth a rush of memories that nearly toppled the angel. Once he’d quieted his mind, Aziraphale looked up into the sky. It must be one of the first days—he recognized the hues. This was back before God delegated the job to a cherub and took the time to paint the sunsets Herself; brilliant shades of burnt orange and pink cotton candy clouds lingered in the sky, the splendor of which was unlike anything Aziraphale had seen in the blandness of Heaven. Only Crowley’s stars had ever dared to compare.

Aziraphale turned his head as if pulled by an invisible thread, and sure enough, there he was. Atop the wall he stood, wind whipping through his black tunic, his hips cocked to the side, and crimson curls cascading down his slim frame. Crowley glanced over at his mind’s manifested version of Aziraphale who was wringing his hands, still fretting over giving his sword away despite Crowley’s reassurance. It startled Aziraphale then, how little difference he saw between the demon beside him and the angel he’d known, how little that unidentifiable tether urging the angel toward him had changed, and how little their respective sides seemed to matter when it was just the two of them.

Extract from Dreamcatching by @slurpi13

Art by @thavron

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