#And Crowleys broken halo

[nerdypixel]

Oh I like this style.

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[arkarti]

Inktober Day 23: My fav snake demon 🐍

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[panrao]

I watched the second season and I must create because my heart hurts... I'm cooking something

[artofanamateur]

WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME

[yellobb]

Fallen Angel

[the-tropes-are-hungry]

Now that we’ve seen Aziraphale’s halo I want to see Crowley’s horns/the remnants of his broken halo from the Fall.

[beansprean]

Finishing a s6 rewatch is always an experience

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: a supernatural doodle dump. 1a. Waist up of season 1 dean leaning up against the wall outside the motel room door, smoking a cigarette. 1b. Sam suddenly opens up the door and leans out, starting to say "So get this-" In a panic, Dean shoves the entire cigarette into his mouth to hide it. 1c. Full body of Dean with his back turned, one hand on the wall while he hunches over gagging and retching. Sam confusedly pats his back at the farthest distance possible. 2. Waist up of Soulless Sam relaxing with one arm perched on the back of his chair and the other holding up a teeny tiny steaming teacup. He is wearing a flannel over a white tee shirt that says "caution: unmasking". He grins condescendingly at the viewer with one eyebrow raised. His speech bubble says "something incredibly bitchy and uncalled for". 3a. Shoulders up of Dean, colored green, and Crowley, colored red. Crowley instructs, grinning, "Give Bobby Singer a kiss for me." Dean is leaning back away from him with an exhausted expression and only grunts in reply. 3b. Shoulders up of Dean and Sam, who is colored orange, mid-hunt with blood splattered over their faces. Dean has his phone held up between them on speaker phone, from which Crowley is saying "Give Bobby a kiss for me." Dean raises an eyebrow at his phone and Sam just stares at it with mild interest. 3c. Shoulders up of Sam walking toward the viewer, Crowley standing in the background. He calls out with a grin, "Give Bobby a kiss for me." Sam glances back with a frown, perturbed. 3d. Shoulders up of Dean and Crowley, Crowley leaning into frame from the side with a grin and saying, "Oh, and give Bobby a-" Dean interrupts, rolling his eyes toward the sky and throwing his hands up, shouting, "Oh my god! Kiss him yourself!" 3e. Small shoulders up of Crowley nervously pressing his index fingers together and staring at them with big shiny eyes. He mutters sadly, "He won't let me..." A little broken heart floats next to his head. 4. Full body of Castiel, colored blue with a water reflection pattern, standing doing nothing and squinting to the side. He is glowing slightly and has a glowing halo and crown shape floating over his head. Text pointing to him says 'guy who did nothing wrong ever in his life.' /end ID

[amuseoffyre]

I’m emotionally ruined by the fact that Aziraphale hasn’t broken out of his heavenly conditioning. He still loves doing good. He gets happy when people tell him he’s an angel and says “it’s nice to tell people about the good things you’ve done now that I’m not reporting to Heaven”. He will literally put himself in harm’s way to make sure he does the Good and Right thing.

It can’t be understated how much Heaven’s influence still impacts on him. Aziraphale has been created, ordained and conditioned to believe it and he can’t just switch it off or walk away. Crowley didn’t get the choice. He was Fallen. He was kicked out and - as per the rules of toxic and terrifying cults - Aziraphale was always told for centuries and millennia, Falling was the worst thing that could happen. If you’re bad, you’ll be forced out. If you’re bad, you’re not one of Us. You’re one of Them.

When he did something he perceived as Right (ie. saving innocent children from death), but knew it wasn’t what Heaven intended, he broke down. Crowley found him a crying, shaking wreck afterwards because he was so convinced he was Evil. He was so convinced he was going to be dragged to Hell and that he was now a demon because he did one thing that saved some children but because it wasn’t a specific directive, it was Bad.

It shapes so much about him and it’s why the whole series looks like he’s having so much fun doing silly human things, but there’s this brittleness to it. He’s happy and excited and he’s doing his human-life things and having a lovely time, but he’s also constantly stressed because of the Need To Do Good. From the moment Gabriel turns up, he’s a nervous wreck and is trying to hide it by Doing Good, by Solving the Problem, by Fixing Things, by being so active and reactive rather than letting himself think about it. It’s a sign of exactly how frantic he is that he starts giving away his books and letting humans touch them.

Watch his face when the Archangels show up unexpectedly: that isn’t joy. That’s blind terror. He’s so afraid of doing the wrong thing in Heaven’s eyes, even though he made the active choice to do so because it was the Right thing to do. He’s a Guardian and he will protect, but he is so very afraid of the repercussions, even now. 

At the end of S1, Crowley said “they’re gearing up for the big one” so Aziraphale’s not oblivious. He knows a big one is coming. He knows something worse than the Antichrist will be on its way. And he’s trying so hard to pretend that everything is normal and fine and if he ignores all the looming bad stuff, it won’t happen. If we don’t say anything about it, nothing has to change.

But then the changes come knocking at his door holding a box and the choice is gone. He can keep trying to blinker himself to it, but then there are angels and demons in the bookshop and he’s had to use his halo and everything is falling apart.

So when he realises that he can get himself into a position where he can guarantee those repercussions won’t happen to Crowley? He will absolutely take it. He says himself “I don’t want to go back to Heaven”, but the instant the Metatron offers him a free pass for Crowley, to take Crowley out of both Heaven and Hell’s sightlines, to keep him safe (Another bee inside the hive, if you will), no wonder he grabs it with both hands.

The tragedy is that Crowley thinks that when they saved the world together, that was the end of Heaven’s influence in Aziraphale. When he was cast out the split between him and Heaven was sharp and clean. He doesn’t - he can’t - understand how deeply it has tangled around Aziraphale. It’s built into Aziraphale’s entire being and unravelling it isn’t that simple. Aziraphale’s trauma is a horrible, terrible Gordian knot and Crowley can’t understand that he couldn’t simply cut through it, because that’s just not how Aziraphale works.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

The Good Omens Season 2 Soundtrack! 😍❤🎵

The Soundtrack CD has wonderful cover and pics and look at the brilliant booklet! :D When you open it it looks like a box with a fly! :D

Options :):

(best to use the local store of course :), the Silva Screen page is thewebpage of the recording company)

CD:

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Vinyl:

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More digital listening options :) (some free)

Episode description and Track Listing :):

CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL - Retired angel Aziraphale and retired demon Crowley's lives are upended when a visitor arrives on the doorstep of Aziraphale's bookshop, bringing chaos. Local shopkeepers Maggie and Nina get locked in to Nina's coffee shop when Crowley loses his temper. Heaven and Hell are suspicious, and Crowley and Aziraphale have a disagreement.

1. Before the Beginning 2. Good Omens 2 Opening Title 3. Into Soho 4. Something Terrible 5. To The Bookshop 6. Maggie and Nina 7. He’s Smoking 8. Tiny Miracle 9. Heavenly Alarm Bells

CHAPTER 2: THE CLUE featuring the minisode A COMPANION TO OWLS - Heaven and Hell are determined to find the missing angel. An overheard song provides Aziraphale with a Clue. Crowley and Aziraphale visit the pub to discuss ways that humans fall in love. While almost 5,000 years ago Crowley is sent to inflict punishments on the righteous Job, God's favourite person, as Aziraphale learns at first hand about temptation, and what Gabriel will and won't believe.

10. Avaunt! 11. The Song is the Clue 12. It’s What God Wants 13. A Mighty Wind 14. Whales 15. Gabriel Returns 16. His New Children 17. Am I Awful Now? 18. Fallen Angel

CHAPTER 3: I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING featuring the minisode THE RESURRECTIONISTS - Heaven sends the angel Muriel in disguise to spy on Aziraphale and Crowley. Aziraphale drives to Edinburgh in pursuit of his Clue, and learns a little about a lot. The couple's visit to Edinburgh in 1827 involves graverobbery, a statue and an unfortunate encounter with a vial of laudanum. In the present, Crowley is in charge of the bookshop, and is disappointed by human beings and the weather.

19. Police Arrive 20. Scotland 21. We’re Going to Hell 22. People Get a Choice 23. My Car is Not Yellow 24. Beelzebub in Hell 25. The Book 26. The Fly 27. Mr. Dalrymple 28. We Need to Cut 29. I’m Going to Save Her 30. Crowley Goes Large 31. Not Kind 32. Beelzebub Isn’t Happy

CHAPTER 4: THE HITCHHIKER featuring the minisode NAZI ZOMBIE FLESHEATERS - Aziraphale's good deed of picking up a hitchhiker on his way back to Soho proves to be a serious mistake. In 1941 Crowley and Aziraphale encounter some surprising adversaries, old and new, as the Nazi spies who almost entrapped Aziraphale return as zombies from the dead, intent on preventing him from attempting a bullet catch on the West End stage.

33. Hell-O 34. Nazi Zombies 35. March of the Nazi Zombies 36. Crowley Pep Talk 37. The Magic Shop 38. Catch The Bullet 39. Zombies in the Dressing Room

CHAPTER 5: THE BALL - Aziraphale tries to bring Maggie and Nina together by organising a meeting of the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association. In Hell, Shax is determined to launch a full scale attack on the bookshop, with a legion of demons at her command. Nina's heart is broken, as is a bookshop window. Gabriel has a close encounter with Mrs Sandwich and a small plate of cakes.

40. I’ll Let You Have It 41. We’re Storming a Book Shop 42. Monsieur Azirophale 43. The Candelabra 44. Here Comes Hell 45. Gabriel Gives Himself Up 46. Shax 47. The Circle

CHAPTER 6: EVERY DAY - Crowley becomes a Heavenly bee and learns the truth about the Armageddon sequel. Aziraphale defends his bookshop from Shax's army and reveals his halo, Maggie and Nina become warriors, and Jim the assistant bookseller gets some hot chocolate. Crowley and Aziraphale get to the bottom of the mystery of the Matchbox. The Metatron brings an oat milk latte, along with a final offer.

48. Bin Through the Window 49. Gabriel Leaving Heaven 50. The Halo 51. Gabriel Revealed 52. Gabriel’s Love Story 53. Leaving The Bookshop 54. Gabriel and Beelzebub 55. Crowley and Muriel 56. I Forgive You 57. Don’t Bother 58. The Biggest Decision 59. The End?

The vinyl should look like this :) (damn, it gorgeous toooo! :D):

[hattersarts]

gomens s2 thoughts, all spoilers!

I spent 10 hours talking to my housemate about the season after we binged the whole thing in the morning but here are the highlights and the biggest takeaways from the season.

okay i did love the ending, i love that we get the conformation of love AND going into the divorce arc next season (if they're not properly together by the end of season 3 however, i am rioting) they're slow burn and a whole season of them getting to the final 10mins was tasty.

HOWEVER. it was an extremely clunky season when it comes to writing, lots of either set ups missed OR set ups repeated 4 times that they're drilled into out heads. there was also lots of dialogue that really needed to be tightened up. the lesbians were so poorly written i thought they might have needed to be cut BUT they just needed to have more bearing on the rest of the plot AND say things like real people would say things and LITERALLY SHOW ONE SINGLE REASON WHY THEY WOULD LIKE EACH OTHER WITHIN THE FIRST EPISODE.

gabe/bulz romance was the one that should have been cut, have them do more of a oh-my-god-my-boss-sucks kind of thing, lean into them complaining about having to avert a civil war after armageddon stopped and touch on the "structural problems" the angels mention later. Have gabe/bulz be super punished for working together which puts huge fear into az and crowley about what happens if you try to team up as an angel/demon pair (but an extra reason why az takes the job at the end so he and crowley can be the same)

imo it works more if the only mirror of their romance is the HUMANS which should lean into themes to season 3 of how they need to team up with humans (re:"us vs them" line at the end of season 1) to actually achieve their happy ending.

Nina and maggies best scene was their last one telling crowley he needed to talk to az but i think that was one that needed to be cut, it would have been far more satisfying to have crowely work out it out himself that he loves az and wants to tell him (still via maggie and nina but more subtle rather than them telling him to his face AND via spending more time with az in the season)

flashbacks were all pretty good, loved the jobe one and that final "lonely" scene. the nazi one needed some trimming the most (why did all three come back to earth, it made scenes too crowed, have them fight to be a zombie)

shax was disappointing, she was kind of just incompetent the whole way through which didnt make the stakes very exciting, (that whole scene of her talking to the legion was unfunny and pointless) i wanted crowley to mentor her more like when he gave her advice in the first few meetings we saw (kind of in a very non-demonic way, not expecting anything in return) and her to then meet him on equal footing in the finale. would have been a little accidental taste for Crowley to have his good deeds come back to haunt him while showing he's different to demons.

speaking of the finale fight, that halo had NO set up, it was sick as hell but ??? the fuck did that come from. the fight should have been won by az and crowley performing another HUGE miracle together, discorporating the demons (which then would alert heaven and hell something was up in the bookshop and the final scene can happen)

az taking the job from metatron was very good, its consistent with his character where he still hasn't let go of his faith in good/god, he's only been upset by the angels running heaven and still has faith in the system while crowley has realised none of it works and it's only them together that matters. it was nice to show he still hasn't truly accepted crowley for who he is now (tho imo he knows he loves him, he just hasn't quite unrepressed himself) and him not turning down the job after crowley confesses to him shows he still thinks he can fix it. Crowley on the other hand thinks he's now lost him, az has broken he the trust he had in him, he's going to be in big depression mode

few thoughts of good directions for S3:

finally delivering on what crowley said at the end of S1 I think is the most satisfying. the final showdown should be humans Vs heaven/hell with Crowley and az on the human side, helping them win the conflict. there would be suggestions that this is actually god's ineffable plan, this is a conflict she wants to happen and the things that Crowley and az went through are what make them perfect ambassadors to help the humans.

the set up for az in S3 to finally work out he and Crowley can't work out within the unfair rules of the system and for him to abandon heaven (tho not I think, becoming a demon) is good. a sucky ending imo for season 3 is if az somehow "fixes" heaven and via bureaucracy and not via blowing it all up.

growth moments for Crowley in S3 might be having more contact with humans since he's already abandoned hell and it would put az & crowley on similar footing (as az very much loves humans already) when they decided to side with humans for a humans Vs heaven/hell conflict.

anyway, gay people

[drunkenmantis]

minimalistic Good Omens art - Breakdown

A little design breakdown and why i did what i did on my minimalistic Good Omens art

Gold: the gold is the connection both Aziraphale and Crowley have to there angel side (crowley being a former angel) --> Aziraphale still being an Angel has his Halo still in one piece while Crowley being a fallen Angel has his broken and in pieces.

black: chosen from Crowleys main appearance with his clothing choice, also stands for him being a fallen angel

"aggressive" red: stands for Hell and references Crowleys hair

beige/almost white: pulled from Aziraphales main appearance with his clothing choice and him being an angel. I also went against a complete white to show that Aziraphale is not a typical "pure" angel

grey/blue: stands for heaven and is a reference to Aziraphales eye color.

Everything on Crowleys side is supposed to scream energy and a sense of "brokenness", that's why i depict him with sharper edges, pointy ears and nails, a broken Halo more animalistic snake eyes and the feather are thinner and pointier.

On Aziraphales side I wanted to bring out a more soft, angelic and friendly welcoming tone to equal out Crowley. I tried to give him a more "round" and soft feel, like a teddy you wanna pick up and cuddle. His wings are also rounder and "fluffier". His eyes are a bit smaller than Crowleys and of cause human like.

I always insert a details in the color of there counterpart to break up the overall composition and not make it overwhelmingly "one sided", also to symbolise how deeply they are connected to each other.

Another thing i reference with the composition is a dyptich. "As an art term a diptych is an artwork consisting of two pieces or panels, that together create a singular art piece these can be attached together or presented adjoining each other. In medieval times, panels were often hinged so that they could be closed and the artworks protected." -Wikipedia

Aziraphale is always depicted on the left because he is an Angel "and sits on Crowley right shoulder" Crowley is always depicted on the right because he is a Demon "and sits on Aziraphales left shoulder"

[lineffability]

Wordless, that's how it happens. How could you have put words to any of this? Six thousand years, they have talked. They've never said anything.

So why start now?

Crowley can't bear it, so he keeps his mouth shut.

Aziraphale is reading - looking down intently at his book, anyways. The tip of Crowley's shoe is pushing against his, and he has noticed. The proximity of his lanky form, almost towering, but gentler, more pliable, ready to bend to breezy whims. A soft shadow, but it doesn't reach or touch him. Not yet. Aziraphale grips his drink a little more tightly, imperceptively, holding on to the tangible reality of the warmed glass.

Sometimes, Crowley wonders what is going on in the angel's head. Ignoring him like that. Ignoring the unignorable. He stares down at him, the crown of his head. Halo, rather, no crown. He's no royalty. Halos are only holes, in the end, more nothing than structure. You can look through them, they are no shield. White curls beneath.

Maybe not so holy, after all.

No manners.

Crowley moves slowly, sinking like a broken ship towards the inevitable ocean floor, until his knee feels softness. It's not the ocean floor, not the end of the world. Another destination, a simpler one. The couch, fabric, his pants, his leg, knee against knee.

He leans over him, but sideways. No need to make it too obvious, what he is up to. For all intents and purposes, he is only resting his glass on the side table; the sort-of-accidental-semi-straddling is only something that happens as a byproduct. A by-thought. He can't see Aziraphale's face, but he knows, he knows the angel is caught up in a strategical weighing of procedure, a tug of conscience: the book and the demon. Attention to divert.

You can't ignore me, angel. You can't ignore this.

But I'm just resting my glass, resting my legs, too, beside yours.

I'll make you pay attention. Are you paying attention?

The story will have to wait.

He reaches for the book, first, takes it gently out of an immobile hand. No resistance at all. Only then does he look at his face, at last, but he's only looking at the glasses. Little round reading glasses, as senseless as the halo. Decoration. Crowley pulls them off, awkwardly with one hand only, and a handle snatches on Aziraphale's ear before he tugs it off. His legs settle more firmly on the couch, on the outside of Aziraphale's. He realizes the angel must have moved his legs to accomodate him better. But now he's still.

Aziraphale doesn't say anything, doesn't move: save his eyes. They seek his. But Crowley avoids the eyes.

Aziraphale is looking at him. He is not looking at Aziraphale.

He is ignoring Aziraphale.

But he cannot ignore the sudden intrusion of sound into the hold-your-breath-silence between them. Crowley blinks, pulls taught like a fraying rope: a clink, loud, a thud, muffled, a little trickle, almost a splash. Out of the corner of his eye, he feels the glass drop out of Aziraphale's hand. He only sees movement, not the mistake itself. Not the glass, lying empty on the carpet, nor the liquid spilling from it like feelings. Not the outcome. That comes later. He's only in the moment.

He can't concentrate on the spilled drink, he can only concentrate on the tremble of nerves and muscles he is feeling. It isn't his own body that does it. No, his body is calm. It's Aziraphale who's trembling, though it's the only movement he makes. So still, so soft. What do you want me to do? Aziraphale lets him proceed, and Crowley accepts the invitation, extended silently beneath Aziraphale's chest. The flutter of his heart. The shiver on his breath.

He wants to inspect him, study him, cease the tremble. He seizes him, ever so studiously. Tilts his head up.

What a face. So well-known, from afar and ever-up-closer, too, centuries of drawing nearer, but he finds something new to discover every time, a new kind of familar, understated beauty. No matter how many times you look up at the same night sky, does it ever cease to take your breath away? Old feelings, new feelings, but all of them warm and fuzzy and awestruck and good. So good, his angel. He doesn't need a halo to be good.

Crowley settles a hand on his lips. Soft lips, not chipped at all. Soft hair. Soft angel. Still so pliable.

At last, at last, Aziraphale moves. Crowley can't even see it - not because it's slow, but because it's out of his range of his vision, which is as fixed and immobile as Aziraphale's body has been, this whole time. He can't sway, he can't stray from his path. But he feels it: fingertips on his thigh, then fingers, a gentle pressure. A hesitant press of half a palm.

He can't look at his eyes. He can't do it.

If he does, he might stop. Might snap out of it, reconnect his body to his thoughts. Worse: he might see a hundred conflicting messages in the angel's eyes. So he doesn't. He keeps his eyes trained on his lips, and leans forward.

It tastes of oak and wood, tart first and then sharp at the back of his mouth, as he inhales. Their lips press firmly together. The pressure on his thigh is gone, but Crowley holds on to the face: he is afraid if he lets go, he might topple off the face of the earth. Or worse, the couch. And wouldn't that be undignified.

But then Aziraphale moves his lips, and Crowley moves his lips too, and the pressure of it shifts and the kiss shifts too. Crowley's thoughts, already teetering, tumble out of his head. The taste of alcohol dies away as they find something deeper, underlying, undefinable: the taste of each other.

Aziraphale's hands slowly settle back on Crowley, clutching gingerly at his back and at his hipbone. He doesn't shy away; he doesn't move their bodes closer together, either. Crowley wants to think he can hear another clink, envisions the halo dropping off his holy head, spinning on the floor before coming, finally, finally, to a rest. Only metal, now. A glow dying away. No more illusion or grandeur. Just them.

He still can't see Aziraphale's thoughts, but that's okay. That's tickety-boo. He can feel his lips, his hands.

The hands and the lips and the patches of leg are the only contact between them. But these points of contact are not to be ignored. In fact, they are ignoring everything else: the entire world.

Even sound, or the lack of it. It is still, silent, wordless. Their breaths come strained but softly, their lips make the barest of sounds. They couldn't speak even if they tried, molded together as they are. So close, and yet they could be so much closer. In body - let's not look at the spirit. We'd only be ignored.

No words pass between them. And yet.

And yet, Crowley's mouth is not shut any longer.

The angel cannot ignore that, and opens his own.

[i saw this insane art by @shoomlah and lost my mind, but hopefully not my words. you decide on that. they seized me.]

[ascelintheewitch]

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒚 :D this is my kind of redesign of series Crowley - I've made him more gender neutral, given him more snake-like features, and given him two little hair tufts to mimick horns (and the broken halo.)

[doonarose]

CW/TW: Explicit sexual content.

Summary: They meet on a miserable, stormy night, after a deer runs in front of Crowley’s car and Aziraphale narrowly avoids crashing into the back of the Bentley. They rescue the fawn and fall into bed together to enjoy an adrenaline-fuelled one-night stand. The morning after, they need to recognise that they've got little in common and real lives to return to. Or, at least, that's what they should do.

A/N: Chapter six is up and it is my own brand of unhinged and tropey as heck. Very indulgent if I do say so myself. Thanks as always to u/harlotofupdog and u/Paperclip_ninja for ongoing betaing and cheerleading! Thanks to u/FuzzyGoblinoid for the lovely header art! Thanks to everyone who is reading!!!

@goodomensafterdark

Chapter six excerpt

Crowley wakes with a start and the discomfort of cold, tacky sweat coating his spine. It’s not anything new, the nightmare seeping back into his consciousness. The screams of shearing metal and blindingly white spotlights, Crowley at the centre of it all except this time, instead of flames, he was being drowned in relentless, pelting rain. His car was there, the axle snapped in two and the engine hissing out angry steam. And there was a broken little deer that wasn’t moving, wasn’t breathing, intercut with flashes of untrusting, terrified blue eyes haloed by blood-streaked white-blonde hair. Crowley couldn’t do anything about it — he could never do anything about any of it — because he was always falling, perpetually down. It was always too late and he was never allowed to land.

Awake, Crowley recognises the mostly recurring motifs and grimaces at the debut of several new, unhelpful elements. He scrubs his hands over his face and works the sore tightness from his jaw. He stretches all the long lengths of his body before he freezes, remembering more details from the night before, spreading his fingers apart to look around the unfamiliar room.

The peculiar man that Crowley had accidentally driven off the road the night before — and then very deliberately seduced into bed — seems to have disappeared. Crowley resumes his stretching, noting that the throb in his thigh which had started up just after the accident is worse now. The sharp pain in his ribs is still not convincingly serious, but it’s enough to make him grunt. He really shouldn’t have spent so long on his knees, being pulled and pushed by a fist in his hair, after a wreck like that. But then he’s not at all convinced he’d do anything differently given the night again.

A faint smile passes over his lips before he shakes the distracting memories away.

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[may--hawk]

empire state halo (ineffable remix)

The streets were paved with snow / and I saw your halo glow

Aziraphale and Crowley are perched up on what remains of the roof of St. Paul’s, sometime after the fire, which Crowley swears he had nothing to do with. Aziraphale believes him. They’re still working on reconstructing the church, so Crowley can sit on it - something about the fracture of a holy place, Crowley had explained. They’re sitting up there, wings around themselves for warmth, swapping a bottle back and forth, watching for a rather spectacular meteor shower Crowley says will be coming along, any minute now. Crowley’s got his arms wrapped around his knees, his cloak - and Aziraphale’s - spread below him for good measure - and he peers down at the street below like some sort of great devilish gargoyle. It’s snowing, thick and heavy, and the snow is catching in Crowley’s hair. Aziraphale wants to reach over and brush it out. Instead, he just takes another drink, looks sidelong at the demon. The snow’s melted around him on the roof in a great big ring, like a giant halo. Still, Crowley says nothing, makes no noise of complaint or pain, doesn’t shuffle around, and Aziraphale can’t help that age-old hope that bubbles up in him like a vernal spring, what if, what if -

He knows if he asks Crowley about his halo, he will clam up, will shuffle away from him, will, in all likelihood, come up with a reason to go to his own flat, and not speak to Aziraphale for another decade at least. And it’s really so nice here, cozy, even, with this bottle warming Aziraphale from the inside, soft wings wrapped around him for warmth, and Crowley silent beside him in the howling wind. And besides, it’s embarrassing, really, that it’s taken him this long to wonder about Crowley’s halo, about what it looks like now. He’s heard rumors, of course, of the halos broken when the angels had fallen, of the terrible damage done to them. But he’s never looked at Crowley’s. Halos are, after all, something intensely private, nothing less than an angel’s soul, the reflection of their grace in God, rather like the halo of matter around a star or black hole. 1 They are frequently beautiful, always revealing, and so most angels - and demons - keep theirs carefully hidden. Uriel keeps hers in the sun. Beelzebub keeps theirs under a neat little bowler hat. Crowley’s is typically curled up in his coils, and Aziraphale’s is hidden in layers of soft worn fabric.

But sometimes they peek out, and the way they’re sitting right now, Crowley leaning on his knees, looking out over the city below them, Aziraphale can just see where it would be, if he just pried and nudged a little, and so he leans forward on the other plane, just one harmless little peek, he thinks -

All of his eyes - and he opens them all up on the other plane, the better for to see him with, my dear - skitter towards where he knows Crowley’s halo is; he can feel the weight of it, the pull and then -

He’s made a mistake, he thinks, in the split-fraction of a second when his eyes find it and are dragged towards it heavily as if over broken glass, it’s broken all right, shattered, a horrific fracturing of space that writhes and aches and burns and shrieks, all alone in the darkness of space, and it’s Crowley, oh, Lord, no, and Aziraphale’s eyes begin to sear, all of them, the worst pain he’s ever felt, and he closes them as quickly as he can but he doesn’t get them all, not in time. He cries out, clapping his hands over them. He can hear them sizzling, can hear his own voice making these strange cries that sound so unlike himself, can hear Crowley crawling over the rooftop towards him, the clatter of loose tiles, can hear him hovering over him, saying “Angel, what is it, what’s wrong-”

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finally got around to putting up playlist covers for my spn playlists adn half of them are just crowley slutting it up. normal abt htis guy. playlists under hte cut

some of them are wips, i accidentally landed myself w too many demon dean songs in the drowley playlist so im cuttign it down and making those their own playlist