#good omens crowley

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evidently

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crowley has played these games before

Crêpes part 39

⚠️ CW: Religious Trauma

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Muriel opens up to Crowley and makes a dangerous confession.

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[meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat]

Today Crowley started to realize the depth of his missing memories in recent weeks. He knew he couldn't blame it on drink; his most recent shipment of Talisker was untouched. He could almost feel the timelines shifting in past, present, and future. He had felt something important happening in Edinburgh for months, though he couldn't begin to understand why.

[crowleystits]

new good omens 3 behind the scenes photo! we are closer to getting them back than what we think

via (x)

[nonightingalesinberkelysquare]

GOOD OMENS 3 SPOILERS!!!

"There is a bit in the last part of good omens, that I've just finished filming, where my character has to be in disguise."

MICHEAL. MICHEAL WHAT DO YOU MEAN? MICHEAL? MICHEAL PLEASE!?

[klikandtuna]

@aziraphalahala I’m thrilled to inform you that this story is now complete 😁

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63070033/chapters/161519392

Okay, but hear me out.

Aziraphale and the Metatron leave the lift, the Metatron leads them to an office, wordlessly and with a tight expression. Only once they are inside, door closed, the Voice of god deflates onto a chair, somewhat relieved. Aziraphale is pointed to another chair, sits at the edge, like a naughty student sent to the headteacher's office. 'Right, now listen carefully,' the Metatron says in a conspiratory voice. 'This room is fully warded, absolutely no one can listen in on our conversations here. Well, apart from the Almighty, of course, but I prefer to believe she's on our side. So! You don't want the world to end,' (Aziraphale stiffens at that), 'I don't want it to end either,' (wait, what?) 'Satan himself doesn't want it to end, what with his own kid still out there.' 'Satan?!' Aziraphale gasps, but his mind is sharp enough to process the implications immediately. 'You're in cahoots with Satan?!' 'Of course I'm in cahoots with Satan!' the Metatron puffs. 'The Supreme Archangel elopes with the Grand Duke of Hell, the chief guardian angel of humanity does what ever it is you've been doing with hell's plenipotentiary since the dawn of creation, the Archangel Michael has Dagon and Ligur on bloody speed-dial… What sort of situation did you think this was?' Aziraphale doesn't know which part of that to address first. 'I, uh…' 'Right,' the Metatron doesn't bother giving him room to speak. 'So! As far as I can tell, it isn't humanity being tested, it's us. Just like you said during Armageddon, it's all about the ineffable plan. The armies and the administrations want this war to happen so badly, they would impeach both me and Satan if we were to simply stop them, convinced that we're rebelling against god's word. But now that you're back in heaven, that miracle aptitude of yours will be just what we need!' 'What miracle aptitude?!' Aziraphale gasps. He's been feeling dizzy for a while now. 'Don't play coy with me,' the Voice rolls his eyes. 'Twenty five lazarii? If I were to perform a miracle of this magnitude, it would put me out of commission for half a millennium at least! And you, there you were prancing about your little street the very same day like it was nothing!' 'But it wasn't my miracle!' Aziraphale protests and his subconscious is already working out just how terribly things have gone wrong. 'It was mine and Crowley's! It was joint!' The Metatron freezes. Blinks several times while facts slot themselves into place and conclusions formulate. Finally, he groans and slams his forehead into his desk.

And the rest of the story is the Metatron playing the most awkward Cupid for Aziraphale to win Crowley back while they both try their best to delay Heaven and Hell's endevours to launch the Second Coming.

[klien2000]

Huli ka balbon!! 😈😈

[caterhoades1971]

No23 (4 hours in) where has the weekend gone?.. see ya next Saturday....

[klikandtuna]

He tugs at the hem of the vest, smiling. “Thank you. You look like you’re about to break every heart at some fancy club!”

“Pssssh, I look like backwoods white trash next to you! You’re, like, elegant.”

“Shut up, Holmes.” Azlan is beaming, and is that the tiniest little blush dusted over his cheeks? But hell, compliments will do that to anyone.

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Chapter 13, “I Think We’re Alone Now,” is up! In which our heroes court danger, indulge in a crazy idea, and clarify some rules.

In His Hand a Burning Coal (rated E) updates eeeeevery Tuesday — and I do mean EVERY Tuesday, from start to finish! 💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61804684/chapters/158029627

[mikeyyikess]

Hear me out.

Good Omens S3 should end with Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

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[trintrintastic]

Good Omens 2D walkcycle

My university wants me dead for continuing to use the same characters 💀

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crowley's little noises in this book make me so happy for whatever reason

[firelikestars]

i know the common headcanon is that crowley’s bed has like thin black silk sheets and little else but i have to disagree!

this demon not only loves to sleep but is a SNAKE. i’m very convinced that he has piles of soft blankets on his bed to make sure he stays warm and cozy while he sleeps

[polaris-s-creation-void]

Quick one before bed

[meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat]

How’s Crowley doing? Haven’t heard from him in a bit…sending virtual plants and fuzzy blankets (perfect for snek naps)!

Today Crowley realized he lost track of time, and found he couldn't remember much from the last few weeks. He cuddled a little under his fuzzy blanket and grumbled a bit as his new plant, lest it get the wrong idea.