#Good Omens Animal AU

[wasleichtesart]

Happy Halloween from the Husbuns!

Did I make a Monster AU of my Animal AU? Yes. Yes I did.

Aziraphale the bunny is now an Almiraj and Crowley the hare is now a Wolpertinger.

[mrghostrat]

and they were streamers 👀

i've been wanting to rotoscope another gif since that kiss, and @blairamok's ice skating wip looks SO AMAZING i was inspired to have another go

(much to love the gif makers!! crowley + aziraphale)

[almalvo]

Buzz-sault | Good Omens | Fan Animation

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[castle-behind-the-rocks]

@mrghostrat Congratulations on finishing Big Name Feelings !!

This is for Chapter 10 in Response to this post ;) It's a… 1k or something kiss go read it!

He settled his hands comfortably against Crowley’s jaw, holding and pulling and tilting him just so. As if they’d been waiting to return there all along, Crowley’s hands snatched back into their previous positions, with fingers dug into his shoulder and the other grasping Aziraphale’s chest. When he fumbled against the smooth cotton of his shirt, hesitant to rumple his clothes again, he hastened to drop it instead, scooping around the side of Aziraphale’s hip to anchor his body ever closer. When the snogging dial was ramping back up to 10, Aziraphale tilted their heads further aside, and revelled in the satisfied hum that fell out of him. Then Aziraphale opened his eyes, piercing his gaze straight for the bar.

If you haven't read this fic (Human AU with BNF!Crowley writer and Artist!Aziraphale fake Dating. There is a Con!) yet, now is the perfect time because completed but seriously a perfect, perfect story that toys marvelously with all the possibilities of digital publishing. It is an immersive joy!

Somebody on the BeeHive (I forget, probably Meg though) pointed out that we get to share in the experience as their life is kinda fanficy and get very gently extracted once that part ends and the last chapter uff. So good. You've probably seen the art for it. Swoon I say, Swoon!

[elevenmonsterart]

Good Omens Animal Puppet AU, S2 Focus

Cast & Species:

Aziraphele is a Rambouillet Sheep,

Crowley is a Red Wolf-Maned Wolf-Snake-thing,

Muriel is a Blue Pitbull,

Jimbriel is a Golden Retriever,

Beelzebub is a Racoon,

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Cw: the S2 kiss scene but with these silly puppets below:

[irvinis]

Laudanum, whoo-wee!!

As we know, drinking libations in the crypt was not Crowley's first experience.

Badger!Aziraphale and Mink!Crowley

[nortsauce]

Small animations i did for Toon Omens

[breeberrypies]

Reverse AU🤯

[cozmowrites]

Against the End

good omens au

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The café was small and tucked away on a cobblestone street that Bakugou, angel of this little corner of Earth, had frequented for decades. A quaint space filled with the scent of roasted coffee and freshly baked pastries, it served as the perfect neutral ground. Today, though, the usual comfort of the place was disrupted by you.

You leaned back in your chair, an amused smirk pulling at your lips. Your sunglasses reflected the pale sunlight streaming through the windows. "Tell me, Bakugou, what's the real reason you called me here?" You asked, voice dripping with casual arrogance.

Bakugou fidgeted, his pale wings tucked tightly under the long beige coat he always wore. His golden blond hair was a little messy, as if he'd been ruffling it in frustration moments before you arrived. He finally crossed his arms over his chest. "Why the hell does there have to be a reason, huh? Maybe I wanted to see how bad you're screwing up your side's plans this time."

You laughed, the sound low and teasing. "Oh, please. If I'm screwing up, then you must be doing something right to make up for it. We both know that's not your style, angel boy."

He scowled, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "Shut up."

It was always like this between you. Centuries of bickering, barbed insults, and trading favors, all under the guise of maintaining balance. It was easier that way. Easier than admitting that your constant run-ins weren't entirely accidental.

"Alright." You said, feigning disinterest. "If you're not here to chew me out, maybe you just wanted some company? Feeling lonely, angel?"

"I'm not lonely." He snapped, but his voice lacked its usual edge.

The truth was, he was lonely-though he'd rather die (again) than admit it. Heaven's bureaucracy was cold and unfeeling, and his fellow angels often treated him like an outlier, too fiery and independent for their taste. And you? You were his opposite in almost every way, but your company felt like a forbidden kind of comfort.

You sighed, leaning forward on the table, chin resting in your hand. "You know, I can't tell if you're the most stubborn celestial being I've ever met, or if you're just terrible at small talk."

He glared at you, his ruby-red eyes narrowing. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're bad at pretending this isn't something else," you said, your tone softening just a fraction. "Every time you call me, it's because something's bothering you, and you need to talk about it without admitting you need to talk about it."

Bakugou opened his mouth, ready to snap at you, but stopped. His shoulders slumped slightly. Damn it, why were you always so perceptive?

"I hate them," he muttered after a long silence. "The other angels. All they care about is following orders, doing what's expected. None of them care about..."

"Humans?" You supplied when he trailed off.

"Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your gaze softened, the teasing edge in your expression fading. "You've always been too... soft? You're not made for Heaven, Bakugou. That's why I like you."

His head snapped up, eyes wide and searching your face for the telltale signs of mockery. But there were none. Your words hung in the air between you, heavier than either of you anticipated.

"W-what's that supposed to mean?" he stammered, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically flustered.

"It means you care," you said simply. "Even when you're pretending you don't. Even when it's inconvenient or downright stupid." You leaned back in your chair again, crossing your arms. "That's rare, angel boy."

He huffed, crossing his arms tighter. "Yeah, well, you're no better, demon. Don't think I don't notice how you've been pulling your punches lately. You're supposed to be spreading chaos, not holding the door open for little old ladies."

You shrugged. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for humanity too. Don't go thinking you're special."

The air between you shifted, the banter fading into something unspoken but undeniable. Neither of you said it outright, but there was an understanding-a shared acknowledgment of the fragile, tenuous bond you'd formed over centuries of shared moments like this.

"You know," you said after a long pause, "for someone who claims to hate demons, you sure spend a lot of time with one."

He looked away, the faint blush returning to his cheeks. "Yeah, well... you're not as bad as the rest of them. Maybe."

"Aw, is that your way of saying you like me, Bakugou?"

"Don't push it."

You chuckled, but the sound was softer this time, almost fond.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled with the quiet hum of the café. The sunlight danced on the table, casting a warm glow over your intertwined fates.

It was in moments like this that the lines between angel and demon blurred. And though neither of you would admit it, you both knew that something had changed.

Maybe it was the way Bakugou didn't recoil when your fingers brushed against his while reaching for your coffee. Instead, he froze, his crimson eyes darting to where your fingers lingered near his. For a moment, he looked like a bomb about to go off.

"Watch it, dumbass!" he snapped, yanking his hand back like he'd been burned.

You chuckled, unbothered. "What's the matter, angel boy? Afraid you might catch something?"

"I'm not afraid of anything!" He barked, sitting up straighter. "Unlike you, I've actually got standards."

"Standards? You mean like sipping overpriced coffee in this pretentious café because you're too scared to admit you enjoy human stuff?" You teased, a grin spreading across your face.

"Shut up! I'm not scared, alright? I just..." He trailed off, glaring at the steaming cup in front of him like it had personally offended him. "I like the atmosphere. Not that it's any of your damn business."

"Of course you do." You let the sarcasm drip from your words, but your gaze softened. Bakugou Katsuki was such a contradiction-sharp edges hiding a heart so bright it was almost blinding. If he weren't so stubborn, you might have admitted how much you enjoyed these little meetings. But then again, where was the fun in that?

"So," you said, steering the conversation, "are we just going to sit here throwing insults, or are you going to tell me what's really on your mind? Because I know you didn't call me here to complain about Heaven's terrible government."

His scowl deepened, and he leaned forward, lowering his voice like the topic was dangerous to even utter aloud. "It's happening again."

Your brow furrowed. "What's happening again?"

"Armageddon," he said flatly, the weight of the word hanging between you like a thundercloud.

You blinked, caught off guard. "You're kidding."

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"No, you look like you're about to bite someone's head off."

"Exactly." His glare was so intense you could practically feel the heat of it. "Those bastards up there think it's time to end it all. Wipe the slate clean and start over."

You leaned back in your chair, tipping your sunglasses down to study him properly. "And let me guess, your shiny little friends think you're going to play along."

"Of course they do!" Bakugou snapped. "They think I'm some mindless tool who'll just do what I'm told, just like everyone else... But I'm not letting them destroy this place."

You whistled low, impressed. "You know, for an angel, you're awfully good at rebellion. Almost like a certain demon I know."

"Don't compare me to you, you damn idiot," he growled, though there was no real venom in his tone.

You smirked, resting your chin on your hand. "Alright, so what's the plan, oh righteous one? How do you stop the apocalypse?"

"I don't know yet," he admitted, grinding his teeth. "But I'll figure it out. I've got to. There's too much good here."

Something in his words struck a chord in you. His conviction. It was one of the things you admired about him, even if you'd rather swallow glass than admit it outright.

"You know," you said casually, "if you're serious about stopping this... you're going to need help. And I'm not just saying that."

Bakugou shot you a suspicious look. "You offering to help me?"

"Maybe." You grinned, leaning forward. "But only because I can't stand the thought of losing my favorite angel to a stupid celestial war. It'd be such a waste."

He stared at you, brows furrowing in confusion. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," you said with a shrug. "You're a pain in my ass, Katsuki, but you're also... different. Special, even. If anyone can stop this mess, it's you."

For a moment, he was quiet, clearly trying to process your words. Then he scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Tch. You're just saying that because you know I'll win, and you don't want to be on the losing side."

"Sure, let's go with that," You said, unable to suppress your amusement. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, angel boy."

He bristled at the nickname but didn't argue further. Instead, he looked out the window, watching the humans pass by on the street outside. His expression softened, and for a brief moment, he looked almost vulnerable.

"They deserve better." He muttered, more to himself than to you.

You tilted your head, studying him. "What's this? An angel with a heart? You're going to ruin your reputation if you keep talking like that."

"Shut up." But his voice lacked its usual bite, and you couldn't help the warmth spreading in your chest.

Despite everything, you couldn't help but think that maybe, you were on the same side after all.

"Well," you said, standing and tossing a few bills onto the table, "if we're really going to save the world, I guess I'd better stick around. Someone's got to keep you from getting yourself killed."

He scowled, standing as well. "I don't need your help, dumbass."

"Too bad," you shot back, flashing him a grin. "You're stuck with me."

Bakugou muttered something under his breath, but as the two of you stepped out into the sunlight, you caught the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

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[dizplicity-draws]

Fuck it, Azujami Good Omens AU

Let’s be honest, they would both demons, but let me have this :’)

[newgomensfan]

For anyone that remembers my ferret/chinchilla ineffables 🪄✨~crosses your animals

[rustic-ghoul]

Crowley is Nick Wilde…Nick Wilde is Crowley.

[kaeris-sekai]

I loved this fanfiction and I draw some scenes that I loved😭♥️

Fanfiction on ao3

“Hereditary Enemies” by Another_Freak1258 - Good Omens - archiveofourown.org/works/26415757

[depressedhangrybitch]

Thank u.....

May u get best orgasms ever...

Presenting to u....

Good omens x naruto art with

Aziraphale! Hashirama and Crowley! madara

2 of my favorite shows in one pic

This art is by @junsui4089

[deathwords334]

"I know what effect such horrors have on the delicate psyche of an angelic being!"

Archangel of Death Azrael by @umulata

So he was teased a little in chapter 3. To my surprise, a couple days after I posted it, Umu messaged me with the final product! I'm telling you, they did wonders on this thing. Off of barely anything too.

SO! Azrael! For those who haven't seen Dogma, Azrael is a demon who's kinda working behind the scenes to erase all of existence. There's more to it, of course, but you know. I've played around some with his character in Good Dogma. For one, he's an Archangel here. The name Azrael wasn't his original name, but it's more of a title at this point. As is the status of Archangel, but you'll see.

He has a role he needs to play. Luckily, he knows how to play the system.

Here's a little spoiler I kinda wanna give... Many years from now, he's gonna start calling Crowley 'Beloved'. "Because you are oh so loved."

[madaims]

It’s them! 😈😇

Crowley is wearing a tartan scarf. I wonder who gave him that? 👀

Aziraphale looks angy for some reason. Maybe he’s ran out of tea. 🤣