#crawley good omens

[acethatlovesdinos]

Ok so this anon gave me an idea

I'm so sorry @chernozemm

(Throws smol beast Crawley at u)

[thedemonknownasbilly]

Not So Cruel

Aziraphale gets Crowley a plant, early on in their acquaintanceship. Idea from @hikarry

Crowley isn’t as cruel as he likes to paint himself to be

He/Him for Crowley

If you asked Crowley to describe himself, he might say cold, mean, stylish, and of course never nice. But if you were to observe Crowley in his Mayfair flat, with only the plants for company, you’d see it wasn’t entirely true. There was one plant, a special plant, the last of its kind sitting in a beautiful white vase, with gold trimmings. This plant was certainly his favorite, he’s kept it alive for nearly a millennia now. And it was the only one that could do no wrong.

He treated his plants the only way he knew how, to strict standards, unobtainable standards unless the plants were made from plastic, which they weren’t; he prided himself on that. He treated them as he had been treated, told and yelled at to be perfect, to be holy, and have unwavering faith. And yet he failed, he failed and in a desperate sense for control he now inflicts that upon his dear plants.

“Is that a spot?” He asked, having noticed browning and a hole on one of the newer plants he gained, “is it? Right, you know what I’ve told you all about leaf spots.” The plants began to tremble, all but one, the one in the white vase. Never would it fear Crowley. “I will not stand for them!” He picked up the smaller plant by the pot, looking down on it. “You know what you’ve done, you disappointed me,” he sighed out as if he were a father talking to his child. “Oh dear, oh dear, everyone!” He held the plant high, showing it off to the other plants, “say goodbye to your friend, just couldn’t cut it.” And with that he walked to the hall, “this is gonna hurt you, so much more than it will hurt me.” He turned around, “ and you guys, grow better!!” He yelled before resuming his way down the hall, now to the plants, they heard the garbage disposal running, what they didn’t hear or see was Crowley snapping his fingers, and the plant appearing in his neighbor’s flat, amongst all the other banished plants. He returned with the empty pot, flipping it upside down as if to enunciate the ‘death’ of the plant. He set the pot down, and carefully picked up the white vase, features softening, “never you, though, so what is it you need?” He murmured gently, noticing how one leaf was wilting as he brought it to his office, setting it onto the windowsill. “Will sunlight help?” He could only smile as the plant seemed to instantaneously reverse the wilting and stand tall.

Crowley was a softie, a lover, and an optimist at heart, especially for his angel. But he would never admit that.

[diavalkitty]

Oo-oh

I am the sand in bottom half of the hourglass...

[fawnilu]

<3

[rainbowpopeworld]

[dragonmouth]

Good Omens Nose Appreciation

You know that one photo of Michael Sheen. I know he’s skinny in it. I wanted to draw him anyway. Michael Sheen is gorgeous in every form he takes. I WILL be drawing the TV Aziraphale too.

[dontcallmenice-imademon]

|| Open rp ||

Crowley wanted to die, he hated his life now after he had fallen for asking to many questions, he doesn’t really remember much of it though because it just hurt too. Since he’s fallen, he was brought back to heaven and kept there as a prisoner. It physically pained him to touch consecrated grounds and items so he tried to stay in the bed that was in his cell as much as he could but they didn’t allow that. Sometimes they would take his bed to torture and the cuffs never left his wrists, sometimes they would add chains.

They continually mocked him, especially Gabriel and they loved to cause him pain, diluted holy water, burning sage, and if they were especially cruel then they would mess with his wings and he hated that, he tried to pull them in to protect but it didn’t always work. They would hit him, using their daggers on him and pour stuff in the wounds. They continuously mocked his snake eyes that he would not let anyone see for fear of that same thing. He couldn’t even remember the last time that he had ate anything either, not that he really needed to eat anyway.

They decided to drag him from his cell and humiliate him, tugging on his wings, saying don’t you wish to know who you really are, along with laughing at him for being so weak and pathetic, kicking at him and tugging on his hair. He screamed as he felt a slice on his wings “No, please, don’t touch them” he tried to pull them in but he couldn’t.

[hg-aneh]

fallen down 🌱

[gleafer]

Working on a sticker sheet of my FERVERET Crawley J. Serpent!

Have a sneak peek! Snake peek?

[iskander-tm]

The only side that matters 

[but-sometimes-im-not]

SNAKE BREAK!! 🐍 2023, based on @mrghostrat's Good Omens Streamers AU

Once a stream, for 66.6k points, Crowley's viewers can—subject to Crawley's sleep schedule and openness to handling—redeem SNAKE BREAK!! wherein he'll bring Crawley out for some show & tell. This is a fan favorite event due to Crawley's general coolness, Crowley's increasingly esoteric snake facts, and, though no one would dare mention it in chat, how sweet Crowley gets with his "best girl".

ty @mrghostrat for your hella dope au!

[acethatlovesdinos]

@chernozemm I bring more Smol Beast shenanigans >:3 (feat. smol azi)

This little menace has been the sole occupant of my thoughts since I made him last night

Eve's weird little shit foster cat is causing trouble lmao

[thethingswedotomorrow]

I love the Good Omens 'Night at Crowley's Flat' trope where after stopping the apocalypse in season 1, they go to Crowley's Flat and talk and kiss and fall in love and have a peaceful night, I do.

BUT

What if the night became 'The Night an Angel and a Demon Get Insanely Drunk and Teach Each Other How to Act'

Because honestly

They go to the flat, and ALL they know is they are going to have to swap themselves if they want to survive and finally be free from Heaven and Hell

But they have absolutely NO clue how to pull it off successfully

Sure, they know each other in and out.

Aziraphale has Crowley's eye color committed to memory (and also to paper, since Aziraphale spent 4-5 years in the late 80s trying to find a craft store in London that could help him do the color justice)

Crowley could find his angel in a crowd of millions (and not even just because only one single person in that crowd would be dressed in that ridiculous shade of tartan)

BUT they know they have to truly get this right, down to the exact detail.

So, naturally, they start by promptly opening the closest bottle of scotch that Crowley had available

Crowley was convinced this would be the easiest thing they've ever done

"Only you, Angel, would find a way to worry yourself to death AFTER stopping an apocalypse"

They begin with the easy part, switching corporations and clothing.

It was easy. Until Aziraphale realized he had to actually physically move in the very, very tight pants Crowley prefers.

The first three times he tries walking, he falls face down. And each time, realizes how it's equally hard to get back up again.

Not to mention that Crowley's corporation had learned that after 6000 years, it didn't really need all those vertebrae and bones since he never used them anyways

So now Aziraphale is just laying on the floor in terribly tight pants, very confused on how Crowley has managed all this time

(Crowley is also on the floor, having dropped there laughing after the 2nd attempt)

After they both get up (one much faster than the other) Crowley tries coaching the angel on how to walk like him

Until Crowley realizes he doesn't actually know how he walks, he just sort of wills himself forward and hopes his limbs keep up with him along the way

Eventually, after enough drinks, they settle on a technique called "Just pretend all your limbs are snakes. And you're a snake. Honestly, just as snake-y as you can manage, Angel."

Aziraphale, as difficult as this was for him, figures out that he may have gotten the easy side of this situation here. Crowley very much disagrees.

"Once an Angel, well, definitely not always an Angel, but close enough right?"

He very quickly realizes he may be wrong when Aziraphale asks Crowley to copy his walk

"Dear Lord Crowley, it cannot be that hard. You simply have to walk in a straight line"

It was indeed that hard.

Crowley has all his vertebrae now, but no knowledge of how they should be used

He tries to hold his hands behind his back and march forward, walking in what he thinks is probably, on some plane of reality, maybe a straight line

He's convinced that he's the perfect image of a stereotypical angel, head held high, an air of 'holier than thou' surrounding him

When Crowley asks Aziraphale, he only says, "Well, I suppose it will have to do for now."

Internally, Aziraphale thinks of the fact that Crowley looked identical to a bumbling penguin walking on ice.

When Crowly sits down, very pleased with himself for an impeccable performance ("As always, Angel. I've still got it." Aziraphale uncaps the vodka and drinks straight from the bottle, just staring into the distance.

He has just realized that their existence hinges on whether Crowley can figure out how to sit on a chair like a proper being with appendages and a spine.

And the odds are not in their favor, if they way the demon is sprawled out on the couch (reminding Aziraphale suddenly of a very well-done noodle, and suddenly he's starting to wonder if humans had the right idea with stress eating) is any indication

Crowley announces that he refuses to utter the words tickety boo, even if faced with destruction

"Honestly I think I'd rather have the holy water at that point" "Crowley." "I swear you just make sounds up sometimes, those aren't even real words"

4 bottles (and a very large order of takeout) later, they've got the act down well enough that it's starting to weird Crowley out

"Angel, seriously, enough with the nose. When have I ever done that with my nose? Exactly zero amount of times. I'm not a rabbit"

2 bottles later and Aziraphale has miracled Harry the Rabbit into the flat for a reason they can't quite remember

But they've got music playing from somewhere in the corner, and plenty of drinks, and the night goes on into the morning, and then they're sobering up and marching out for the most dramatic acting of their lives

And the world hasn't ended yet, so they'll probably be fine. Probably.

[diavalkitty]

(I tried experimenting with lineart here)

[eldrtchmn]

Crowley 🐍

[cronusteeth]

“You’re doing well, Crawley,” Aziraphale says, reaching out to rub his thumb against the pulse of his Adam’s apple. “You can keep going some more, can’t you?’

Haaaaad to draw my favorite scene from How Do We Turn the Lights On? by @moonyinpisces