#ineffable muffins

[lonicera-caprifolium]

a walk in a garden... 💕

[crococriles]

Sad drunk Crowley at the bar, whining about his /best friend/ being gone, AGAIN..... And an apologetic Zira. .... 🖤 By @lonicera-caprifolium , of course

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

good omens comic based off of a Neil Gaiman Moment™? I think yes!

𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲! ^^

[shinda-kokoro]

looks like Crowley have chosen Bowie's outfit for " The Hunger"

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

My First Ever Fanfic Read!!

A reading of As At Eden by me on AO3, up on my YouTube and now here for you all!

No season 2 spoilers or angst to be found here, just ineffable softness in its purest form - the Husbands in the rain (my fave trope ever)

Aaanyways hope you like it kay thanks byeeeeee ☺️

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Fic: Seeing In A New Light

My contribution to the 2022 Good Omens Holiday Exchange! This time, significantly less than 100,000 words! This was a gift for Dadesu, who requested Aziraphale and Crowley stargazing and I got CARRIED AWAY...

Several months after the Apocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley are much as they ever were. Too insecure, too defensive, too much on guard to let their relationship move forward. Until Crowley takes Aziraphale on a surprise stargazing trip, and they both have a chance to see the other in a new light…

On AO3

On Dreamwidth

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They walked in silence for a while, circling the hill, trees now thick on either side of the path. Now and then Aziraphale could glimpse part of the Summer Triangle through gaps in the branches, but it was becoming more and more infrequent. The stars were also drifting behind them as they walked, and one was already lost beyond a distant hill.

He paused at the last gap before the bare birch trees were completely overtaken by thick evergreens, trying to pick out the trio of stars among the multitudes that now filled the sky. He was… fairly certain that one was Vega, and that one was… Deneb?

“Are they your stars?” Aziraphale asked, the words out before he realised he was going to ask. Crowley’s feet scuffed to a stop on the trail ahead. “I mean… is that why you showed them to me? The Triangle?”

“Nah,” Crowley said dismissively, but there was something hesitant about his footsteps as he returned. “Just some of the stars humans use for navigation. Always a good place to start. I’d show you Polaris, but it’s still…” He pointed at a spot, above them and to the left, completely obscured by pine. “…There-ish.” Another hesitation. “Would you… like me to show you some of mine?”

“Yes, I—I’d like that very much.”

Crowley stepped beside him, close enough that their shoulders bumped, sending a wave of warmth through Aziraphale, down to his toes. “You picked a terrible spot for it,” he griped. “One of my best just set, and the rest…” He shifted back and forth a few times, looking at the gap from different angles. “Ok… if you… start at Vega and go… like that. That’s Eltanin. That’s one of mine.”

Aziraphale shuffled a little closer and pointed, his wrist pressed against Crowley’s. “That one?”

A gentle tug on his hand, sending more warmth through him. “There. Eltanin. Then you’ve got Rastaban, Aldib, Grumium…” Guiding Aziraphale’s hand, outlining a rough trapezoid. “…And over here, Altais…” Their joined hands swung overhead, picking out a star nearly lost among the pines. “Then there’s Tyl… which you can’t really see…” Their hands drifted back and forth across the small patch of sky. “Nh. The rest’ll have to wait until we get to the top. Sorry.” Crowley turned away, seeming embarrassed.

Before their hands could pull apart, Aziraphale seized Crowley’s, giving it a gentle squeeze. Crowley went completely still. “Sorry, I…” Aziraphale stared at the trunk of the nearest pine tree, unblinking. “My hand. It was… a bit cold, I…”

“Can’t have that.” Crowley wiggled his fingers to interlock more comfortably with Aziraphale’s and gave a cautious squeeze. “That help?”

“Yes.” Even through three layers of gloves, he could feel Crowley’s heat, a roaring fire across his skin.

[okariaonb]

Ineffable Husbands - Good Omens Extended Universe - Hit and Run - VOSTFR

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[lonicera-caprifolium]

aaaand my second piece for the Ineffable Histories project! ✨ (link!)

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

i saw a screenshot of Michael Sheen's face being gently cupped and justjshfjsnjjdjgjsjgj my hand slipped-

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

As At Eden is up on AO3!

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

AAAAAAHHHHH THE FLUFFY ANGELLLL

Domestic📚🪴

[lonicera-caprifolium]

I saw this cosplay from kenken_Power (link!) over on twitter yesterday, and absolutely HAD to draw it 💫

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

some soft Sunday afternoon baking <3

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

Oh yes, because we definitely wouldn't want Crowley having to let himself be taken care of by One (1) concerned fluffy angel, now, would we?

To everyone in the reblogs saying that this was practically begging for a fanfic, I say this - "Ask and ye shall recieve."

And... my hand slipped. (fic under the cut)

Crowley and Aziraphale were no strangers to rain. Indeed, it had been a shared experience literally since the beginning - the walls of Eden, the Ark, and countless other occasions over the millenia.

He had to admit though, after that First Time, the novelty of it sort of wore away. And it didn't help that the pair didn't have the luxury of using their wings to shield each other, or miracles to keep themselves dry, now that they spent most of their time in London.

Crowley, being cold-blooded, never did handle sudden changes in temperature very well. His scrawny frame only added to the problem, as did his tendency to not dress for the weather, and what could only be described as truly hellish bad luck. There was one perk though; he could nearly always tell when the weather was going to turn.

And this particular time, Aziraphale had decided he wanted to walk around the city for a while, and Anthony J. Crowley, totally-a-very-evil-and-not-at-all-nice-demon, had accompanied him.

"Is something wrong, dear?" Aziraphale asked, as Crowley tilted his head upwards slightly.

"Nothing much," Crowley answered, "Just looks like rain, is all."

As though on cue, the first drops began to spatter down from the grey London sky.

"Called it," Crowley gave a wry giggle, "Damn clouds..."

Aziraphale's divine intuition (and the weather forcast in the paper) had told him that it was probably going to rain today, so he had the good sense to bring his umbrella. He unfolded it, raising it above his head in all its tartan glory.

He looked over to Crowley, who had his hands in his pockets, shivering slightly. He wore a rather unamused expression, apparent even behind the sunglasses that were now so ironically out of place, and something about the way his fiery hair flopped down into his face when it was wet made the angel chuckle softly in that adorable way.

"Something funny, Aziraphale?" Crowley turned to face him, a tiny smile appearing on his now-damp countenance.

"Your hair," Aziraphale couldn't lie to him, "It's quite cute like this."

"Shut up," Crowley's smile widened, but he turned away again, giving another shiver as the rain only continued to worsen.

He suddenly became aware of two things.

The first was that the cold drops were no longer hitting him, though this was something of a moot point given that he was, by now, thoroughly soaked, even despite the faux-leather coat he was wearing.

And the second was that Aziraphale was standing a good deal closer to him than he'd been a moment ago.

He looked around and saw that they were standing under the umbrella together.

"Takes me back," Crowley said, "Y'know..."

"Yes, quite," Aziraphale agreed, "I remember it like it was yesterday."

Crowley unconsciously rubbed at his nose, and gave a barely-audible sniffle.

"Now, let's head back, shall we?" Aziraphale put an arm around the demon's shoulder, "We don't want you catching a cold, my love."

"You sentimental bastard," Crowley jokingly rolled his eyes, "But yeah, it's bloody freezing out here, and you know how I get..."

They were a good twenty minutes away from A. Z. Fell & Co's, Purveyor of Books to the Gentry, and the umbrella didn't stop the both of them getting completely drenched.

As the shop door closed behind them, Aziraphale snapped his fingers, and at once, he and Crowley were warm and dry. Crowley miracled them both cups of tea, and blankets.

"Satan, Angel, I still feel so cold..." Crowley sat down on the sofa, legs crossed, and wrapped one of the blankets around him. He sniffed again, attracting a look of worry.

"Crowley, are you sure you're alright?" Aziraphale looked at him with those fretful, flickering eyes, icy blue and sparkling.

"M'fine," Crowley replied, taking another sip from the mug, "Bit of a chill, barely... nothing for the Principality Aziraphale to concern himself over."

"I am a Principality," Aziraphale put a hand on Crowley's shoulder, "And that means it's quite literally in my job description to care for people. Especially cold-blooded snake demons who've been caught in the rain." He moved his hand up Crowley's neck, and to his forehead, before drawing it away.

"You're warm."

"That can't be right," Crowley started, "Haven't stopped shaking since we were out." Then - curse his luck - he found himself turning away from the angel and steepling his hands over his face as two almost painful-sounding sneezes wrenched through him.

"Fuckin' heaven..." he groaned, "No offence, Angel."

"None taken," Aziraphale assured him, "But please, let me help you."

Rainy day

[lonicera-caprifolium]

happy Pride month!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈