#Crowley X Aziraphale

[tampire]

Arcane Omens

[spectrallydistracted]

Absolutely perfect for me at this exact moment. I'm dying.

[metalmiez]

Just let me hold you, dear.

Just a little longer.

It's our world, our love, our gentle sin.

It's our us.

~*~

This drawing has been sitting in my WIP folder for at least half a year now. It was almost finished. So I decided to finally make it happen❤️

I really neede some fluffy GO art. I hope it brightens your day as well ❤️

[good-omens-fanfic-be-like]

Here are some of my favorites! Incoherent Crowley is my favorite.

Crowley would have - never - he wouldn’t have - fuck, shit, he isn’t - fuck - god fuck the fucking shit can he even make a sentence. -- sevdrag (seventhe), Old Vines

“Oh. Gosh," he said again, feeling deeply uncool, wholly disarmed. Where had all his fucks gone?  -- charlottemadison, What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding)

“I got tickets,” he sighed again. “I know,” said Aziraphale sympathetically, patting his head like a child. “Hebbbbthblblblplechhh.”  “You’re holding up quite well, all things considered.” -- charlottemadison, Or Be Nice

Hands are weird. Do you even feel hands, normally? Because Crowley cannot feel his hands anymore. -- sunrisesinthesuburbs, Borrowed Words

“You’re a right little wanker, angel.” Though his heart is thumping, Aziraphale manages to keep his voice steady. “Am I?” “Yeah. Clever sod. Y’know, f’you didn’t talk such fancy shit all the time, we wouldn’t rag on you s’much.” Aziraphale’s ears go rather pink. He watches his feet as they walk. “That doesn’t seem fair. It’s just who I am.” “Outermost layer, eh?” “I suppose you could say that.” Crowley grunts. “Could tone it down a bit.” “Oh, I don’t know. I, I rather like who I am.” -- klikandtuna, Find the Light (flashback)

(my plan had been to ready them all before making a post, but they are really long, so I won't make y'all wait that long!)

Recommended by @stupidphototricks.

[wh0ops1edaisy]

The tenderness of this art piece had me looking at it for a solid five minutes. It's just everything.

When you feel the aura of your heart rise like mist, like a flurry of bubbles in soda, like a wild flight of starlings, like a thousand sighs.

[nonightingalesinberkelysquare]

How he didn't get some right in the middle of that pub I will never know

[elliehase-blog]

Creating Grey, Chapter 10

Crowley puts on his borrowed clothes and follows Aziraphale downstairs. He finds him in the kitchen, fiddling with the teapot. His movements slow, almost hesitant, as if the angel’s usual bright demeanour is clouded by something Crowley can't quite place. Aziraphale glances out of the window, as if he expects divine retribution to befall them at any moment. He doesn’t seem to be concerned – just contemplative. 

Crowley, on the other hand, is very much concerned. He watches him for a moment longer, wondering if he's imagining things – or if something really has shifted overnight. Then he can't take the quietness any longer.

»Angel?« Crowley says softly, his voice still a little rough from sleep. Aziraphale turns around, offering him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. »Yes, dear?«

Crowley’s heart twists a little. That smile... it isn’t right. He can feel the tension in the air, even if Aziraphale is trying to hide it. It had been a perfect night, so why did it feel like something has changed?

»Can I...« Crowley hesitates for a moment. »Can I ask you something? I mean, er, even if it's awkward and you might not want to talk about it?« Aziraphale smirks. »That has never stopped you before.« 

»Good point.« Crowley clears his throat. »You’ve been quiet this morning. Something on your mind?«

Aziraphale looks thoughtful for a moment, his fingers stilling on the teapot. He glances at Crowley, then away, as if trying to find the right words. Finally, he sighs, setting the teapot down on the counter. »I'm not sure what you try to imply, dear. I'm fine.«

»You know.« Crowley gestures vaguely between them. »Last night. You. Me. The bit where we-« He cuts himself off, running a hand through his disheveled hair. »Oh, you know what I mean.«

Aziraphale’s brows knit together, then soften in something like amusement. »Crowley,« he says, stepping forward, »do you think I regret what happened?«

Crowley huffs, shifting uncomfortably. »Dunno. You’re acting… different.«

»Different?«

Oh for someone's fucking sake! Honestly?

Crowley swallows. He has to push it out. Has to say it. Even if he really doesn’t want to at all. He can practically feel the heat rushing to his head. 

»Like maybe I broke something. Changed you. And you-« He hesitates. »You liked being you. Before. What if I-«

Crowley’s chest tightens at his own words, and his thoughts immediately spiral. He has feared this. He had always feared this – the thought that Aziraphale might wake up one day and realize that being with Crowley is the biggest mistake ever. Even worse now, that loving Crowley isn’t something he can just slip into like an old coat. That it comes with consequences. Aziraphale has been a thorn in Heaven's side for long enough. He's now nothing more like an outcast, just like the demon. And Crowley knows, deep down, how much that hurts Aziraphale.

»What if I dragged you down with me? Made you a demon?« Crowley adds, voice almost inaudible. He can't take the tension anymore and sits down at one of Anathema's horribly uncomfortable chairs. If Aziraphales breaks up with him here and now, his body will fail him anyway.

📖 Read the chapter here: Creating Grey - Chapter 10 - elliehase - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[yink07]

What about dining at the Ritz?

Here are the drawings for day 9 of my event - Good Omens Chocolate Gift Box [Ineffable Husbands Edition 2025]

Prompt:

'You make me smile for no reason'

Drawing without the prompt text under cut:

[bipolargreen]

Yep, the parallels are REAL. Now all we need is some Thorin/Bilbo pics added in, and we have us the ultimate trifecta 🔥

Sherlock x Good Omens

[unnamednova]

Continuing the good omens x bad guys thing, this time with everyone's least favorite character foils to our boys.

[bl0ndwave]

GUYS, what if this suit is for archangel Aziraphale in S03, or for Michael Sheen on BAFTAs, or even for David? WHAT IF they do a Good Omens scene this year, as they did Staged scene last year? WHAT IF

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[ineffableclassics]

It starts with an oyster.

A head of blonde curls tipped back, lips pursed, the pale column of a strong neck exposed.

And then, an invitation.

A coy smile, a head tipped to the side, the promise of wine stored in a private room.

Words: 10,181

Status: Incomplete

Rating: Explicit

Art Credit: Nude Painting by Meryem Tayganskaya

[metalmiez]

SKETCH DUMP

I decided it’s time for another sketch dump, celebrating all this new GO3 footage that goes around today. I’m bouncing around all day and want to scream! It’s finally happening 👀👀👀👀

Hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

Bonus Panel:

Offended angel i scribbled for @hopelesslysleepy ❤️

[itsscottiesstark]

Angel of Music - Chapter 5

(read on Ao3)

“And I’m livin’ for givin’ the devil his due. Cause I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you.”

Aziraphale almost leaned in himself— the pull of Crowley was almost a magnetic force, and he was powerless against it. They were opposites in every way that mattered, yet he couldn’t keep himself away.

Maybe the physicists were on to something.

He was lost in the haze of alcohol and Crowley’s scent and fleeting touches, almost reaching out—

The song had barely ended, Adam still strumming along to the familiar tune, when Crowley shot to his feet without warning. Aziraphale’s eyes followed him on their own volition— he walked around all the tables, jumping on stage from the side so he wouldn’t disturb anyone’s view of the band.

The crowd erupted into applause as Crowley took his place behind the keyboard and the music stopped. He sent everyone a cheeky smile, his gaze once again dropping to Aziraphale, sending him a quick wink over his sunglasses.

Aziraphale signalled for the waiter to bring him another glass of wine.

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[good-omens-fanfic-be-like]

“You were staring.” [...]

“I most definitely wasn’t.” Aziraphale says evenly. Drat, he was staring. “I was merely observing.”

Crowley scrunches his nose. “What?”

“You.” Aziraphale smiles.

From how you've haunted me by sunrisesinthesuburbs.

[jhinthony]

season 3 predictions

yes this is just a "moon's haunted" joke what about it

blank versions bc i like the backgrounds