#crowley's sandals

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Sneet! :D 🐍 (snek feet)

[mx-anthony-janthony-crowley]

when crowley's in heaven wearing The Outfit, is he gonna be doing the crowley walk TM or like. attempting to walk normally??

[hellocrowley]

Hello Rb battles fandom! :DD

Do you guys fw my pinkleaf design?? :333

[beastsovrevelation]

The best, and most underappreciated characters in Good Omens

Ladies, the Universe is worthless without you ❤

[dtennantfashion]

like the cool kids, David paired his athletic socks with Havaianas Black Slides ($40)

[moon-tickets]

Guys you don't think there's a emergency holy water sprinkle system in heaven's HQ right?

[blobsky]

‘Oh Nooooo!!!!! More delicious talented creations!! Just dropped into our laps!’

ANGST WAR-THE BEGINNING -BONUS PAGE (4) @goodomensafterdark

strike back to writers.

@gleafer @vavoom-sorted-art @gahellhimself-blog @daneecastle @kotias

Oh oh ooooh!!

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Of Kings And Kids - Chapter 1

Welcome to @gaiaseyes451 and my Christmas collab! We'll be publishing a chapter every day, whith the fifth and final chapter going up on the 26th of December!

Head to AO3 to read the entire chapter.

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Aziraphale stood at the town’s well, clay cup in hand, and drank, grateful for the cool water. While the journey from Nazareth hadn’t been particularly arduous, the angel was happy for an opportunity to rest after traversing the loamy, rolling hills; especially after guiding a flock of sheep and goats for the last five days. Michael had assured him, when she was briefing him on the Mission Messiah assignment, that Heaven had an alias prepared this time. Somehow, Silas the shepherd who was leading his flock of bovids to Bethlehem for the autumn livestock auction was not precisely the backstory Aziraphale had expected. Nevermind that Bethlehem had never held a livestock auction before, best not to question these things.

Bethlehem was built around the town’s well which stood in the center of a courtyard. Most inns and lodging houses surrounded the well while private residences were scattered among the slopes. The city was surrounded by a modest wall with roads granting access from the North and South. The land itself was lovely rolling hills with lush grasslands and natural grottos, perfect for grazing livestock. It would have been conspicuous if a shepherd had moved at the same pace as a woman who was about to give birth, so Aziraphale had arrived ahead of the holy family. He was glad for the chance to get acquainted with the town and for the brief respite before the real work started.

Preparing for the arrival of the Messiah really was quite stressful.

Having filled his waterskin, Aziraphale was about to head off to one of the rest houses to sample the local cuisine when a familiar voice called out.

“Hello, angel!”

Aziraphale stopped short. While he was always happy to see this particular demon on his assignments, having him this close to the savior’s birth was a tad disconcerting. He turned and greeted him warmly, even if his smile was a bit cautious. “Crawly! Hello.”

“Ah, actually, call me Crowley.” He said, casually.

“Oh, have you changed your name?” Aziraphale asked.

“Nah, not officially. Just tryin’ it out for a bit. ‘Sides, little odd to have a nobleman called ‘Crawly’.” He said, gesturing to himself.

Aziraphale took a moment to take in Crowley’s garb.The demon was wearing his hair a bit longer, russet waves held out of his eyes by a beaded headband. He was clothed in his preferred hues in a deep charcoal robe and cloak made from fine linen with patterns embroidered in red at the neckline and hem. The cloak was fastened at the shoulder with an onyx snake broach and synched at the waist with a burgundy leather belt with a serpentine fastener. The robe drew his eyes down to strappy sandals that accentuated Crowley’s calves. His wrists were adorned with wide, silver cuffs that emphasized his svelte arms and long fingers.

Aziraphale dragged his eyes back to Crowley’s face and attempted to make eye contact through the dark lenses. “Well, hello, Crowley. What brings you to Bethlehem?”

*~*~*

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[hanafubukki]

Baul coming to NRC in hawaiian shirt because Lilia told him it was "How humans dress to show they are coming in peace" is now the best picture I have in mind.

Both grandpa and grandson are similar. The way they drink Lilia's teasing like water is also alike.

- 🦋 Anon

Hello 🦋 Anonie 🌺

I think Baul getting tricked by Lilia would be harder after all the centuries that he’s known him 😂

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t work though, it just takes Lilia more effort with Baul than Sebek.

I can see Lilia telling Baul it’s common to wear Hawaiian shirts on Sage Island, even better, if he told him that he would be matching Sebek.

Next thing you know, Baul is arriving wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sandals.

Sebek is surprised and Lilia is laughing before you see Sebek scramble to get his own to match his grandfather.

In fact, Lilia and Malleus has matching Hawaiian shirts that Malleus brought back from Jamil’s hometown. Why don’t they all wear them and match? They can get one for Silver and Sebek at Sam’s shop.

(wouldn’t it be funny if Crowley shows up with that Hawaiian shirt at the same time 😆😂)

[youryurigoddess]

On love and sacrifices

There’s so much more to this scapegoating business and big sacrifices referenced in the Good Omens narrative than the literal goats. And they’re only getting bigger, louder, final.

But let’s take it slow and start with the beginning, quite literally — i.e., with the Good Omens 2 title sequence. As we follow Aziraphale and Crowley on their journey, the universe warps and their usual left and right side positioning switches during the magic show (not accidentally an act of trust and sacrifice required both from the angel and the demon). They stay so throughout the next scene, which is their little dance in the air, and after they seemingly get settled on the A. Z. Fell and Co.’s roof and back to normal, the flipped sky in the background suggests that something’s not quite right yet. In the central part of the shot looms a large, humanlike shadow of the Elephant Trunk Nebula.

The nebula is a part of a constellation called Cepheus, after an Ethiopian king from the Greek mythology who agreed to sacrifice his only daughter in order to appease the gods and end a local calamity started by her mother and his wife, Cassiopeia (talk about generational responsibility). With time and a delightfully ironic twist of fate, the name of said daughter, Andromeda, became more famous than that of her father. Although she was chained up to a rock and offered to the sea serpent Cetus, the girl was spotted by the warrior Perseus, casually flying over the sea — either on the back of the Pegasus or thanks to a pair of winged sandals — after his victory over Medusa. He fell in love on the spot, defeated the serpent (with the help of a magical sword or Medusa’s severed head, depending on the varying sources), and freed the princess. That’s not exactly where their story ends, but we won’t be getting into the rest here.

Not surprisingly, Neil has mentioned two parallel child sacrifice stories from the biblical context back in August. The first is one of the big ones — The Binding of Isaac. God's command to sacrifice Isaac, his only son, was a test of Abraham's faith. The angel of the Lord intervenes and provides a ram to be sacrificed in the boy’s place.

The second one isn’t nearly as popular, but you might have heard a variant of it in fairy tales or as the Law of Surprise invoked in The Witcher saga. In exchange for Israel’s victory over its enemies in battle, Jephthah had rashly promised God to repay the debt with the first thing seen on his return back home. The victorious warrior didn’t suspect to see his only child moving innocently "to meet him with timbrels and with dances" though. In horror, Jephthah covered his eyes with his cloak, but to no avail: ultimately, he was forced to honor his vow to God, and the girl was sacrificed. As grisly as it might look like in the Old Master’s paintings, it’s important to remember that human sacrifices weren’t limited to physical offerings only — Jephthah’s daughter might have been offered to God in the sense of officially shunning her family and dedicating her life to service instead, probably sequestered in a temple somewhere.

Interestingly, the main character of a big chunk of the Bible and the reason for the Second Coming happens to be THE most influential child sacrifice in the modern history. You know, a certain 33-year-old carpenter sent by his Heavenly Father to die on a cross for the sins of the mankind? Someone better call Aubrey Thyme ASAP.

Circling back to Aziraphale, he could be also seen as a representative of the concept of filial piety, since Eden willing to personally take a Fall not only for the humanity’s collective or individual transgressions, but the shortcomings of his Ineffable Parental Figure as well. Our favorite angel angel always fights for what is right and good, sure, but why would that be even a thing if God was truly omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent?

If Aziraphale’s medal is anything to go by, it looks like we might get an answer from the way it’s introducing another mythological narrative into the game, that is the story of Daedalus and Icarus. The most absorbing thing about this is the stark contrast to the recurring child sacrifice references for S3 mentioned in this post — Daedalus isn’t a father who wanted to sacrifice his son, it was his attempt to save him from imprisonment that ultimately drove Icarus to his death. The boy ignored his father’s explicit instructions, committing the grave and culturally universal sin of disobedience to one's parents that simply couldn’t go unpunished, one way or another.

But Icarus’s transgression could be seen both as high-flying ambition and striving for personal accomplishment as well as humanitarian sacrifice for knowledge and humanity’s advancement in general.

Similarly to a certain angel who left everything for what superficially seems like a work promotion, but is the ultimate act of love — both for his demon and the children they have been protecting and nurturing together for six thousand years. From the very Beginning, his white wings have been shielding everything he holds dear in this world.

[copperbadge]

So, it took me a while to watch the first seasons of Good Omens because I often tend to Not Enjoy adaptations of beloved books, and while (obviously) I did love it, it's not surprising to me that it took me a while to get through S2 as well.

I had actually started watching it not long after it came out, but it was a struggle because it wasn't familiar the way the first season was from many, many re-readings of the book, and then we hit the zombie episode and I have a pretty hard no on zombies, so that's when I ended up turning it off. But!

Last night I sat down with a fellow GO fan and got to watch it through with her, and it is of course a) delightful and b) amusing, but what got me howling with laughter was that I totally 100% predicted the Angelic Skinny Jeans.

"I made Michael get them for me," Crowley said. "What do you think?"

"I mean...white skinny jeans..." Aziraphale gave him a look. "We'll fix it."

"You're going to tell me how to dress," Crowley replied, unimpressed.

"Just until you get the hang of it. It's hard to wear white," Aziraphale said. "It's not like black. You can't just head-to-toe it."

"Tell Michael that. They dressed me. On the fly while I was trying to get to you before the hellfire did, I might add."

"And did Michael have a vested interest in not making you look like a prat?" Aziraphale asked. Crowley considered this.

Also I said at one point "David Tennant moves like he has access to vampire levitation powers" and I'm not wrong.

[ID: A screengrab of David Tennant as Crowley from season 2 episode 6 of Good Omens; he is wearing entirely beige, a windbreaker over a turtleneck sweater, sandals of some kind, and tight beige trousers that aren't skinny jeans but do look awfully like skinny jeans.]

[azirafuck]

AND LIKE. Crowley does know what dressing formally/elegantly looks like. he did it before. and in heaven he's wearing a supermarket headband with a golden sequin tie a silver jumpsuit and platform sandals. he just doesn't care. god we can truly only aspire to be like him

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Neige x Reader: White Beaches and a Spring Morning

Summary: The Ramshackle prefect is finally able to get a full week off from school after four overblots. Determined to enjoy their time to the fullest off campus, they set out to explore Sage’s Island, starting with the island’s southern beaches. However, it seems that our prefect can never catch a break, as they find an RSA student crying and upset. Unable to just look away, they set their sights on comforting him and helping him have a good time outside of school.

Word count: just under 3k

Tags: fluff, getting together (not officially though), dates, romance

Warnings: none… unless suave reader is a warning… reader being too hot lol

Author’s notes: this was inspired by a tumblr post by @sorbertisfruity and I loved it so much that I decided to start writing it. Also this is my first time I’m actually writing and posting my creative work, so I just ask that people are kind. Thanks and enjoy!

Leaning forward with the wind whipping through your hair, you fly down the mountain path away from Night Raven College. The engine of the magic wheel roars behind you, as music blasts from the speakers. Finally, you were free! After months of work, you finally got a week off. Of course, you had to blackmail Crowley by threatening to expose the multiple overblots. Nonetheless, he conceded to your requests in the end. Now, you’ve left your worries and Grim temporarily behind in favor of a relaxing day at the beach. 

Pulling up to the sandy shore, you park the magic wheel you’d borrowed from Ignihyde and look out at the sight before you. It was a nice change of scenery compared to the dreary mountain Night Raven College sat atop of. The morning was crisp and clear with the sea breeze wafting from the ocean. The beach was empty. You were here on a weekday after all. You grab your bag from one of the compartments and head off toward the tide.

The sandals on your feet sink slightly into the sand as you search for a more secluded area to place your bag. After walking along the coast, you catch a glimpse of NRC’s rival school, the Royal Sword Academy. It was almost blinding with its tall white spires that were tipped with blue. Overall, the vibe is much brighter than NRC’s gothic horror aesthetic.

“Wonder what their facilities are like,” you murmur to yourself, “Maybe I can secretly get a tour of the school and request a transfer while I’m at it.”

You chuckle at the thought of your friends’ outrageous reactions to your fictional transfer. Just as you finish the thought, you hear a loud sob. Furrowing your brow, you pick up your pace. Even on your day off, you never catch a break, you internally sigh. You blame your upright and well-meaning nature, but you shrug off the thought as you come across an alcove in the rocks. 

You find a boy huddled up against the stone, sobbing to himself. He’s wearing a familiar white uniform jacket, signifying that he’s from the Royal Swords Academy. You’re unable to see his face as he’s tucked it into his knees. Only his ruffled black hair shows. Next to him lies a black beret and the dirt and skid marks on his uniform make it obvious he ran out of the academy. 

Coming closer to the cave-like area, your footsteps are masked by the sound of soft waves lapping against the coast. 

“Hey,” you call out, “Are you alright?”

The boy’s head snaps up. He stumbles to his feet and begins making rapid apologies. His voice has a light, airy quality to it that cracks as he trips over his words. 

“I—I’m fine. Thank you for asking. I—I should probably go. I don’t want to bother you—“ 

He isn’t able to say anything more, as his foot catches on a nearby rock and he begins tumbling forward with a squeak. Moving on instinct, you catch him by the waist, pulling him in to support his weight. Pressed up against him, you note that he has a slim but fairly toned waist. He’s also a bit taller than expected. 

“Are you ok?” You ask, “That was pretty close. It might be a good idea to sit down for a while before moving again. Sorry, I startled you. I was just concerned whenever I heard someone in distress.”

Pulling away slightly, you’re able to get a glimpse of his face. His eyes are the first feature that stands out to you. They’re soft, doe-like, and innocent. His brown eyes are a little puffy and red around the edges from crying, but it doesn’t detract from their soft allure. Your eyes flicker down toward his lips. They’re tinted a natural red, as he chews on them. Suddenly, you become acutely aware of how close the two of you are. You can feel his ragged breath on your cheek, as you take the time to observe him.

He glances down and away from you, tears still in his eyes, as continues to gnaw on his lip. Whether from the anxiety of being caught crying or the flustered embarrassment of being so close, you’re not sure. You suspect it might be both. However, when he turns his cheek, the light catches a glimmer of wet tears that have already streaked down his face. Before you have time to think, you reach your hand up to cup his cheek and wipe it away. 

Blinking, you realize that you just performed a somewhat intimate gesture and you move your hand away. 

“Sorry, I just wanted to help. Did I make you uncomfortable?” You ask.

He stares at you with wide eyes and touches the place where you wiped his tears with his hand.

“…No, I didn’t mind it.” 

His voice breaks, then in a smaller tone, he comments, “It was nice.”

“That’s good,” you chuckle, “My name’s (Y/N), and you?”

He hesitates for a second before replying, “Neige.”

He watches your reaction intently, looking for any signs of recognition, but when there is none, he relaxes slightly. 

“I wouldn’t mind sitting down again,” he tells you. 

He starts to pull away to sit back down when you tighten your grip on his waist, stopping him. 

“Hold on, I have a towel. Let me lay it down first,” you state. 

Rummaging through your bag, you pull out a towel that you stole from Heartslabyul. The print on the fabric is a dead giveaway. It’s littered with multicolored card suits. Spreading it out, you plop down on the fluffy towel and turn to Neige, who comes to sit next to you.

“Again, sorry for scaring you earlier. I just heard you were in distress and wanted to make sure you were ok,” you repeat, inspecting for any physical wounds. “Physically, you seem fine. Are you in emotional distress?”

Playing with the edge of the towel, he glances up at you before looking away. His grip tightens on it and he nods. 

Neige hesitates before saying, “You know, if you have other places to be, you can go do those. You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be fine–”

Before he can get any further, you cut him off, “Neige, I know we just met, but I’m not going to leave someone who’s upset behind. You seem sweet and I want to get to know you. It would be nice to get a new friend.”

You put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. He looks up at you with wet eyes and hiccups slightly, trying to hold back newly formed tears. Your eyes go wide and your body moves on autopilot. You open your arms to offer a hug. 

“Hey, do you want a hug? Will that make you feel better?”

Neige hesitates before nodding. Given your cue, you envelop him in a warm, tight hug. Cradling him, you rub small circles on his back and whisper words of comfort. 

He breaks. Any semblance of wariness or guard that he had up before crumbles against your kindness and small persistence. He cries so hard that his whole body shakes against you. You squeeze tighter and you can tell that you are the only thing keeping him together at this moment. He ends up clinging and clawing at you as if you’re his only lifeline in the vast ocean. He sobs harder at your gentle approach to comforting him and a few broken words of gratitude spill from his mouth. 

“—Thank you, thank you so much. I never— I never got this growing up. I always had to put on a cheerful face to not worry my— my family. This means so much to me. Thank you, thank you (Y/N).”

You clutch him tighter, running a hand through his hair, as he sobs into your shoulder. You feel for him. You understand the struggles of having to carry everyone else’s burden even though it shouldn’t be your responsibility in the first place. You ended up solving and resolving each overblot with only some of your classmates and practically no teachers. No responsible adults were around to help fight Riddle, restrain Leona, stop Azul, and punish Jamil. It had been getting exhausting. Thankfully, you got a week to yourself, but this wasn’t about you and you turned your attention back on your new friend, Neige. 

You allow him to get all the tears, sorrow, and pain out of his system. When his sobbing slows down and his breathing starts to even out, you reach into your bag to pull out some tissues, nudging Neige’s face with them. 

Upon feeling the tap, he looks up from where his face was buried in your shoulder. Tears and snot run down his face, and he takes the tissues with a small smile. 

“Thanks,” he breathes, taking the tissue and blowing into it.

After giving him some water, snacks, a lot of tissues, and more cuddles, he’s much more relaxed than he was earlier. His tired eyes are unable to focus on anything specific, as they flutter to stay awake. He continues to lean on you for support.

Chuckling, you ask, “Wanna lay down?”

Letting out an almost incoherent murmur of approval, he clutches onto your clothes, before asking, “Promise you won’t leave?”

You give him a soft smile that he’s unable to see with his eyes closed, and you lay the two of you down on the towel. You rest beside Neige, as he makes himself comfortable, nestling into your arms. 

“Of course, Snow,” you answer, “I’ll make sure to protect you if anything is out to get you.”

He nuzzles into you with a smile filled with sweet dreams, as he drifts off to sleep. After a while of listening to the ocean waves lap against the shore and feeling the slow steady breathing of the person next to you, you also find yourself lulled into the land of dreams.

~~~~~~

“You’re already skipping school. You might as well take the day off to relax and enjoy yourself,” you persuade, “Besides, would you leave your new friend behind to hang out at the beach by themselves?”

You look at Neige with playful and expectant eyes. He lets out a sigh and a small smile slips through, as he concedes. 

“I suppose taking one day off wouldn’t hurt.”

You give a cheer.

“Race you to the ocean!” you shout, scrambling to your feet. 

Neige squeaks in surprise, before he latches onto your ankle, tripping you. Landing on your hands with a small oof, Neige rushes past.

“Ok, pretty boy! I see how it is,” you cackle. 

Launching yourself from the ground into a runner’s sprint, you catch up to him. Wrapping your arms around Neige’s waist, you use your momentum to spin him around a couple of times before flinging him in the opposite direction of the coast. He screeches at the unexpected attack and begins laughing as he stumbles back, trying to regain his balance. Without hesitation, you turn back to the destination and bolt toward the finish line. 

The tempered ocean water hits your feet, slowing you down, as you raise your fists and cheer.

Neige jogs over with a stuttering laugh.

“Alright, alright, you win. Are you happy?” He asks with a grin.

“Immensely,” you beam.

~~~~~~

“We’ll have a [favorite ice cream/gelato flavor] and biscoff gelato, please,” you order from the ice cream parlor you found. 

The man behind the counter nods with a smile and begins scooping out your request. Neige’s eyes are wide as they turn to you.

“You don’t have to pay for mine,” he insists, pulling out his wallet. 

You stop his movements by putting a hand over his.

You hold eye contact with him, as you say, “I like and want to spoil you. You’re sweet, so getting you something sweet only makes sense. Please let me do this.”

Neige’s face heats up and you watch his brain malfunction for a few seconds, before turning away. You take the opportunity to pull out your card and give it to the owner of the shop, paying for your snacks. 

“That’s so sweet of you to pay for your boyfriend like that,” the owner comments, swiping your card.

Grinning, you wrap an arm around Neige’s waist, tugging him closer to you. 

“Yeah, he doesn’t treat himself that often, so I have to make sure he gets what he deserves,” you answer, winking at Neige.

Neige’s hand rushes to cover his blush as it spreads to the tips of his ears. The owner coos at you two, handing you your ice creams and card. You thank him on your way out, still attached at the hip with a flustered Neige. 

~~~~~~

The magic wheel zooms through the streets of Sage’s Island, and the sun casts a golden glow on you and Neige. He’s pressed right up against your back, clinging onto your waist. It’s warm and comforting. You’ve been riding aimlessly together for about half an hour, but seeing the sun setting, you figure you should take him home. 

Sneaking a glance at your companion, you watch his wide-eyed gaze explore the mountainous scenery. You smile before speeding up. You feel Neige’s chest move with twinkling laughter. He squeezes you tighter and leans in. Today has been a far better day than expected.

The sun has partially set in the sky as you pull up to the gates of the Royal Swords Academy. Putting the vehicle in park, you dismount the wheel, before offering your hand to help Neige off. 

“Here you go, sweetheart,” you say with a wink. 

Neige’s breath catches, as a hand comes to block his mouth in embarrassment. He places his other hand in yours, using it to get off. With both feet on the ground, he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. You might as well have, you note, as the stars begin to peek out.

“When will I see you again? I want to see you again,” he pleads.

You blink in surprise at such a bold statement, before chuckling. 

“Well, I can come back tomorrow if you want me to. You know I have the week off,” you offer with a fond smile.

“Really?! You would do that? That wouldn’t ruin your vacation, would it?” he clarifies at a rapid pace.

You laugh, leaning against the magic wheel. 

“Honestly, Neige, if I didn’t leave NRC’s campus, I’d probably get dragged into some kind of shenanigans with Ace, Deuce, and Grim,” you explain, “I love them, but they’re a handful and I want a break. I would much rather hang out with you. It’s more peaceful and relaxing. Besides, I had a lot of fun today and I like getting to know you.” 

Neige’s mouth opens in a small oh, as his gaze softens. He clasps his hands in front of his heart, simply gazing at you. For a few moments, you just hold each other’s gaze, content and comfortable in the silence. You reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair away from Neige’s face. You let your hand linger, cupping his cheek and rubbing your thumb against it. His eyes droop and he nuzzles into your hold. Unable to resist, you draw him closer and loop an arm around his waist, before remembering–

“Your beret,” you murmur, “Let me get it for you.”

Moving to open one of the compartments on the magic wheel, you grab Neige’s hat only to settle back into the space in front of him. Placing the beret on his head, you let him adjust it. As he finishes, you notice unfamiliar red lettering along the border. Leaning in, you take a closer look.

“Someday my princess will come,” you quote.

Smiling, you continue, “Mmm, that’s cute. That sounds like something you would say, Neige.”

Your thumb runs over the embroidery, following every swirl of cursive on the beret. Your eyes flicker down to his to realize that you’re rather close. You can’t help but take a peek at his lips. They’re red, just like when you first met him, but this time they're slightly parted. You find yourself locking eyes with Neige’s brown ones once again, drawn together like magnets. Neige presses his body more snugly against you, watching for any signs of discomfort, as he rests his hands on your hips. You play with his lapel, before moving up to his shoulders and finally wrapping your arms around his neck. You give a playful smile, as you draw closer, and you feel Neige’s quiet laughter against your lips. Eyes sliding shut, you lean in. 

Before you can kiss, however–

“Neige, Neige! There you are!” 

“Do you know how much you made us worry?”

“We couldn’t find you after you ran out of the dorm– *achoo*!”

“And you–you left your phone at the dorm, so we had no way to contact you!”

“We looked everywhere in the academy, *yawns* even my favorite napping place.” 

“I can’t believe you skipped class. You should take us next time.”

“Toby, what are you talking about? We’re not supposed to skip class.” 

“Oops, sorry, I forgot.”

Neige lets out a whine, as his head falls against your shoulder. With the moment ruined, he hugs your waist tighter in protest. Laughing, you pat the poor boy’s shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. You take a look past him to identify the source of the shouts.

You spot seven short figures toddling their way over to the two of you from RSA’s gates. You’re unable to make out the fine details in the diminishing light, and instead opt to look back at Neige, his pitiful form still draped over you. These must be the seven dwarves that he was talking about earlier; the ones he grew up with. Based on their behavior, they seem to care about him just as much as Neige expressed his love and concern for them. You squeeze Neige tighter, grateful that he has a secure support network. He’s already been through a lot just based on what he’s told you so far.

Neige lets out another groan of despair, as you turn your full attention back towards him. Feeling a bit playful, you bring your face right next to his ear.

“I won’t let you go without a little something,” you tease.

Neige perks up, looking at you with wide and attentive eyes.

You chuckle at his reaction, murmuring that he’s cute, before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. He melts into your touch, gripping your waist tighter. Pulling away, you tap your own cheek with a quick wink. In the dim light, you’re barely able to make out the flush spreading across his face. His Adam's apple bobs, before he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You giggle, and after a few seconds pull away.

“Enough to tide you over?” you question.

“...Barely,” he whispers, still stuck in the same spot, star-struck. 

“I trust your friends will make sure you get to your dorm safely?” you confirm, starting up the engine of the magic wheel. 

He nods.

“Good,” you smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Snow.”

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N),” he replies, before shaking out of his stupor and calling out, “Make sure to get home safe!”

You laugh, as you leave the Royal Swords Academy… at least for today.

“Thanks! Will do!” 

You’ll be back tomorrow. 

[on-stardust-wings]

I've been thinking about Crowley's angel disguise in the trailer - it's an utter delight btw, look at this ridiculous getup, from the cheap plastic hairband down to the fucking sandals, pure awesomeness - and I've decided I think that isn't what Crowley looked like when he was still an angel, no, this is Crowley's opinion on Heaven and its angels summed up in one single ridiculous costume. It's campy. It's tacky as fuck. It completely lacks any sense of cohesive aesthetic or, God Satan someone forbid, a sense of style. It's the outfit for a big snob who looks down on everyone else while having no clue at all which outfits one wears sandals to and which one doesn't. It's the outfit of someone who thinks they're the height of fashion but get scammed into paying a hundred bucks for a plastic hairband you'll usually find by the registers in train station express drug stores. It's an outfit for someone who wouldn't know "cool" or "fun" if they stumbled right into them on their tacky sandals. It's Crowley's opinion on most of Heaven's angels turned fashion (disaster). Can't wait to see him fuck things up in Heaven while wearing it.

[drconstellation]

Michael the Watchful

Updated 11 Nov 2023

I'm going to be upfront - I don't like Michael. But I am intrigued by some of their actions in GO.

The above screen shot highlighting their angel ring came across my dash last week, and there was a comment that the ring looked like "Ophanim rings with pearls for eyes." I have to admit that for all that I am fairly widely read in mythology I hadn't heard of these before, and had to go look them up. I realize its probably because I'm not up to speed with all the religious references yet. Don't get me wrong - I'm not a complete newbie in that dept, its just a muscle I haven't flexed in a while and its a kind of "use it or lose it" kind of thing, you know? Happens when you've been around for a bit.

Ophanim: "The many-eyed ones." Oh. Right. That's tv series Archangel Michael to a T, actually.

(There are probably some parallels to the greek monster Argus here, but not sure if I should digress. The hero Perseus, winged sandals, Medusa's snek-locks, the 1000 eyes that never sleep, rescuing a maiden, the goddess queen's grief over the slain monster...)

Michael was the one that presented the incriminating photos of Aziraphale and Crowley meeting over time to Gabriel in S1, then followed it up with a phone call to Hell on the back-stairwell to Heaven.

And Michael is the Duty Officer during S2, they are "on watch" so to speak.

Michael is also the one that maintains the back channel connection to Hell, "the grapevine that obviously doesn't exist" that Beelzebub mentions to Crowley in S2E1, and that Gabriel also officially denies exists in S1E4.

The fact that in S1 they were seen talking to Ligur originally, who was destroyed by the holy water Crowley obtained from Aziraphale, and then in S2 they are talking to somebody else again (Beelzebub) in S2 via their angel phone again, says that they have to have established a new connection in between seasons. I commented elsewhere it seems to be implied the contact is Dagon, due to the little flirtation the tried to send to the angel that Michael quickly shuts down in S2E6,

but the fact the back channel is still working is still something to be concerned about. I mean, weren't you just a little suspicious when it was Michael who turned up with the holy water for the bath during the body-swap punishment scenes, when Hell only bothered to send a disposable Eric clone with the hellfire to Heaven?

Wondering how this angle is going to play out in S3.

Edit:

Found some information about the golden collars in the Job minisode in S2E2 and the detail on Michael's costume adds to this meta.

Around their neck they have row upon row of eyes, and around their sleeves they have wheels.

[mimisempai]

A light heart in a summer dress

Summary

Aziraphale and Muriel go shopping and go to meet Crowley wearing their latest purchases. 

As they are taunted by a gang of rude people, Crowley arrives in a new outfit. 

Aka 2 angels and a demon pretty in summer dresses.

Prompt : Summer dress and Camera

Notes

On Ao3

Rating G -  1467 words

Aziraphale twirled in front of the mirror in the dress shop, completely enchanted.

He had just stepped out of the dressing room into a light summer dress with puffed sleeves that swirled around his legs. It was pale blue with little yellow flowers and a matching belt that tied in an elegant bow at the back.

"Oh, Aziraphale! You look so beautiful."

He turned to Muriel, who was also coming out of the dressing room.

"Do you really think so?"

Muriel smiled and nodded before answering, "Absolutely. As if the dress had been sewn on you."

"If I may say so, your friend is absolutely right."

Aziraphale turned to the saleswoman.

"Oh, thank you."

Then he turned to Muriel and exclaimed, "Oh Muriel, you too. You really look lovely!"

Muriel was wearing a white strappy dress adorned with large sunflowers that set off their skin tone, and they'd completed their outfit with a small straw hat and espadrilles.

"Oh, excuse me?" 

Aziraphale turned to the saleswoman and asked, "Could you suggest a hat and shoes that would match my dress?"

"Sure, what about high heels?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Whatever you deem appropriate."

The saleswoman nodded, took the angel's foot size, went to the other side of the store, and returned a few moments later with three different hats and two pairs of shoes.

"Now, let's start with the shoes. I've got these not-so-high heels whose color is a subtle reminder of the color of the dress, or these more ordinary flat sandals that are still in style."

Muriel whispered, "The heels."

"I'll listen to my friend then, let's try the heels."

The saleswoman helped him put the shoes on, and Aziraphale began to walk in them, turning elegantly in front of the mirror and returning to the saleswoman, who now wore an admiring expression.

"Wow, it looks like you've been walking in these shoes all your life."

Aziraphale winked at Muriel and replied, "Let's just say this is far from my first rodeo."

"So I guess you won't be trying any of the others?"

"No, I'll take these ones."

"Then let's see the hat."

Of the three choices offered by the saleswoman, Aziraphale chose a broad straw hat whose colors matched the rest of his outfit.

He placed it on his head at a slight angle and looked at himself in the mirror.

Muriel joined him, put their arm around his and asked, "Well?"

Aziraphale replied, "I think we look wonderful."

The saleswoman behind them said softly, "I absolutely agree. Say, can I... ask you something?"

Muriel and Aziraphale turned to her, and the saleswoman pulled her cell phone out of her pocket as she said, "Would you mind if I took some pictures of the two of you? I'd like to put it in the boutique's presentation catalog as well as on our social networks."

Aziraphale and Muriel nodded, delighted. 

The saleswoman then had them pose, taking several pictures of the two angels together and separately before thanking them.

"Is this to be worn immediately, or would you like me to wrap it for you?"

The two angels replied in unison, "To wear now."

They paid for their purchases and left the store, which opened onto a walkway that ran along the seafront. Once outside, Aziraphale discreetly made the clothes they usually wore disappear, then, slipping his arm under Muriel's, he told them, "We've agreed with Crowley to meet on the terrace of the café a little further on."

They started down the path, Aziraphale enjoying the gentle breeze that rustled his dress against his bare legs. He couldn't wait to see Crowley's reaction when they met.

They weren't far from the cafe when Aziraphale suddenly heard a whisper behind him, "Is that guy wearing a dress? "

Then another, much louder. 

"What the hell? 

"This is so weird!"

"Disgusting!"

To be honest, Aziraphale hadn't lived this long to be hurt just by the words of a couple of idiots. He'd been treated worse by those on his side in Heaven.

He just hurried on because he didn't want to be bothered by them anymore.

But apparently they wanted to fight, because they continued, "Oh, he's running away from us?

"He's probably too ashamed."

"Coward!"

Aziraphale stopped and turned to give them a taste of their own medicine, but the words stuck in his mouth, and he could tell by Muriel's little gasp that they were as surprised as he was.

"Oh, look! It's my two beauties!"

Across from them, just behind the group that had been taunting Aziraphale, came Crowley.

He was striking.

Atop his hair, which fell in long red curls, was a hat similar in shape and size to Aziraphale's, but black and adorned with a red ribbon that matched the color of his dress. The demon wore a sleeveless dress, adorned with a black rose on the shoulder and falling just below the knees, accentuating his long legs. The finishing touch was a pair of stiletto heels that were fastened with a buckle at the ankle.

Crowley stepped into the middle of the group, lightly shoving some of the people aside.

"Out of the way, punks!"

Then he stopped in front of Aziraphale and Muriel.

"Looks like we had the same idea."

He turned to Muriel and said, "Isn't our little bee adorable!" then turned to Aziraphale and said, "Angel, you look absolutely fa-bu-lous. It's been so long since I've seen you in a dress, 1960, I think. I'd forgotten how well you wore it."

Crowley leaned toward Aziraphale, lifted his hat a little, and planted a light kiss on his lips before tucking his arms under the two angels' arms.

"Shall we?"

Aziraphale and Muriel nodded and they began to make their way down the promenade, oblivious to the stunned and admiring looks of the people who saw them pass.

Aziraphale gave Crowley a little nudge on the shoulder and said, "Let me return the compliment, my dear, you're stunning as well, and I've missed seeing you wear something like that."

Muriel laughed softly, "We certainly don't go unnoticed." 

Crowley shrugged, "Well, we are outstanding. You know, little bee, there will always be people who don't like it, but those who like it are always the most numerous, so you might as well ignore the others."

They arrived at the café and sat down at a table where a waiter immediately came to take their order.

Muriel reached into their small bag and pulled out a camera.

"Can I take a picture of you two?"

Aziraphale and Crowley nodded amusedly.

Muriel stood up and took a few shots of Crowley and Aziraphale before sitting back down with them. 

Aziraphale said softly to them, "If you'd like, we'll have the waiter take a picture of the three of us."

Muriel exclaimed, "Oh, that would be great!"

Then they stood up again, "I'll ask him right away!"

"Muriel, wait-"

Crowley chuckled as Aziraphale tried to stop Muriel, then leaned over to the angel and whispered in his ear, "People are all looking at you, you know.

Aziraphale blushed and patted his arm as he replied, "Idiot, they're probably staring at you."

"Then let's give them something to look at."

Crowley cupped the angel's chin and planted a tender, brief kiss on his lips before stepping back and saying, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "Now they know."

"Know what?"

"That you're mine and I'm yours."

"That's a given."

Aziraphale smiled softly and took Crowley's hand, intertwining his fingers with his as they watched Muriel return to sit with them.

The angel said cheerfully, "He will do it," then laughed and continued, "Some people asked me if you were my parents. I had to stop myself from laughing. I mean...we're all the same age."

"That's true, but by human standards we look older than you, so it's understandable. Angel! Can you believe it? We have a child now."

They laughed and Aziraphale asked, "What did you tell them?"

Muriel winked and replied, "I told them that you were."

They were still laughing when the waiter brought their order and took their picture. 

A few days later - At Give me coffee or Give me death

"Nina, we got a letter today, I have to show you!"

Maggie crossed the coffee shop and approached Nina. After a quick kiss, she opened an envelope and took out a small note and a photo.

It was a picture of Crowley, Aziraphale and Muriel.

They were beautiful, all three wearing pretty dresses, but nothing was as lovely as the smiles that lit up their faces.

The small note read:

Souvenirs from our vacations

Aren't we a beautiful family?

XX. Mister Grumpy, The bookseller and the little bee  

Nina, pressing a little closer to Maggie, murmured affectionately, "They are.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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