#inefffable husbands

[watchingwhathappens]

i haven't seen 92sies but every time i see something about the javey wall scene i think of the ineffable husbands wall scene

[junee-e]

me: ok guys i think my good omens obsession has finally calmed down a little bit

Hozier: *releases a new EP*

me: FUCKKK

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

I cant believe we went from

“The Safe Place I carved for myself”

“I Thought we carved it for ourselves”

to :

“I forgive you”

“Don’t bother”

[starlightdreamerstar]

Last Line

I was tagged by @sylwritesstuff Thanks for the tag! ✨

It looks like you pick the last line from one of your wips. This is a line from my GO fic where Aziraphale is starting the long road to healing from his Heaven trauma (with his beloved husband Crowley to support him through it).

“He almost snorted. As if it was that easy! As if they hadn’t tortured him until his words were gone. “

Tagging @fenrislorsrai and @zadusk no pressure to play along of course!!

[yrpalmalikamain]

"crowley and aziraphale don't know anything about each other because they don't communicate and talk" you are wrong. actually. they know everything about each other because they talk and talk and talk about everything & anything like schoolgirls on a sleepover. matter of fact, they do have sleepovers. they are having a sleepover right now. they are gossiping about their history crushes

[lydiablackblade]

Some time after they had moved to the Cottage, Crowley woke up in the middle of the night and found Aziraphale watching him fondly while lying next to him.

Angel, why do you never sleep?

And Aziraphale, with all the awful, horrible theatrics of the worst, cheesiest, sappiest musicals (while the music is indeed playing in the background) started to sing:

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

While you're far away and dreaming

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

I could stay lost in this moment forever

Where a moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Don't wanna close my eyes

I don't wanna to fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you baby

And I don't wanna miss a thing

'Cause even when I dream of you (even when I dream)

The sweetest dream would never do

I'd still miss you baby

And I don't wanna miss a thing

And he sang the whole song. With enthusiasm and feelings.

I hate my brain.

Please send help.

[a-mermaids-heart]

spiraling about how crowley was headed to the theater, sensed aziraphale, stopped and did a demonic intervention to reroute the planes & remembered to miracle Aziraphale’s books safe but didn’t bother AT ALL about the bottles he loves aziraphale sm 😭😭😭😭😭

[doerrferr]

skipped therapy, but here’s me getting ready for femme Crowley !!1!!1!

she’s coping with the divorce as best she can

- more photos to come later

[arwendeluhtiene]

In Eden (aka the wing moment of Aziraphale and Crowley ❤️) 😇😎🍎🐍✨- 2020, Graphite, watercolours and metallic inks.

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@neil-gaiman @goodomensonprime

[doerrferr]

sometimes im glad im aroacespec because i already go feral for my friends but if i was in love??? the universe wouldn’t be able to handle my ungodly chaos and i DONT have access to miracles

still not over the fact that Crowley WALKED ACROSS CONSECRATED GROUND, then stood next to a BASIN FULL OF THE THING THAT DESTROYS HIM, in a church he'd just DIVERTED BOMBS TO, so he could stand IN THE EXPLOSION with Aziraphale and trust Aziraphale's miracle to SPARE THEM EXPLODING TOGETHER, and he trusted it well enough to use his own energy to RESCUE AZIRAPHALE'S BOOKS, which he knew AZIRAPHALE WOULD FORGET TO DO, and he did all that while he was ON THE WAY TO ANOTHER JOB, which he fucked up because he remembered to protect the books but FORGOT TO PROTECT HIS OWN STUFF, and then he spent the rest of the night HELPING AZIRAPHALE LIVE OUT HIS HOMOEROTIC MAGICIAN THEATRICAL DREAMS like he hadn't just BURNED HIS FEET TO SHIT like dear lord Crowley the power of love is a heckuva drug, isn't it?

[tampire]

In my Crowley matching outfit with my new phone case and sticker on it that I bought from @lilpy for myself and my angel partner. I love them so much! :D

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! I was hoping you could help me find a fic that was about an archeological expedition where Crowley was a shapeshifter and Aziraphale was human - I can’t find it for the life of me. Thank you!!

Hi! This sounds like...

Serpents and Pyramids by boredom (E)

Ever since he was young, Ezra Fell dreamed of adventure. He dreamed of far off destinations and dashing heroes. He dreamed of danger and excitement. He dreamed of exploration and romance. Now, as an adult, his life is much less exotic locales and much more boring political dinner parties with his fiancé, Gabriel Messenger. But a chance meeting with a literary agent might be his last chance at the adventure he sought as a child.

Gabriel would surely support him.

Right?

And he could never fall for the brash and abrasive Mr. Anthony J. Crowley.

Right?

It was just one silly little trip to find a silly little amulet in Egypt.

Right?

- Mod D

[sleepymccoy]

Two parts of a whole

part three of six

Much like my last one, this will be coming out every Tuesday and i’ll be posting to patreon a week early (so they got this panel last week, and already have the next part)

First - Next

descrip under cut

there’s a wide panel to start that shows a bridge across a river. On the bridge you can see Crowley sitting on the railing as Aziraphale peers into the water. “How would that even work?” Aziraphale says. Crowley says, “Wot?” Aziraphale says, “two halves on the one. Angel and demon.” And Crowley says, “Oh, that! it’s all a bit silly.”

The next panel is split in four as Crowley moves around, gesticulating dramatically as he says, “Maybe that’s what the fall was. The great splitting. Souls wrenched in two! Angels watching on! Despairing as-” Aziraphale interrupts and says, “Can you imagine the pairs?”

There are two panel in the next section. In the first they’re facing each other on the bridge as Crowley says, “The pairs?” Aziraphale is grinning and says, “Gabriel and Beelzebub.” Crowley laughs and says, “Hastur and Michael.” Aziraphale says, “oh dear.” In the second panel it is Aziraphale and Crowley on top of the wall of Eden, Aziraphale with his wing extended over Crowley’s head to protect him from the rain. Aziraphale is saying, “you and i.” Crowley says, “You reckon?”

The next section has three parts. The first panel shows Crowley saying, “I always thought you and ligur had some facial stuff in common.” Then Aziraphale is smiling awkwardly down at him and says, “Oh, shush. It’s us, Crowley. Of course it’s us.” The Crowley says, “You know, Plato meant soulmates romantically.” And Aziraphale says, “What a horribly dangerous thing to say, dear.”

The last panel is long and thing, just showing their heads. Crowley says, “Heh, yeah. Let’s go home, angel.”

[cobragardens]

This has so many sharp lines and good ideas jn such a small space I'm going to go read the changeling's archive and see if they have an AO3 bc damn

i am incapable of talking about an idea without automatically turning it into a ficlet. this was supposed to be a one-sentence post but uh. have this instead i guess

~~~

It's awkward at first, being around each other again.

They cannot talk about any of it, really, not with another apocalypse so close to succeeding that he can already smell charred earth and burned feathers. Opening that box, those six thousand years of something, would come with more than either of them is currently prepared to handle, and so they don't.

No apologies but no accusations either, only a silent but mutual understanding to save their home once and for all—and then they would have the rest of forever to verbally tear their relationship apart.

Still, despite keeping his distance, despite locking up the more tender feelings simmering in his chest, despite refusing to take his glasses off or coming within arm's length of aziraphale, Crowley can feel himself softening by the hour.

Three days. He makes it three days before he slips up—or rather, before Aziraphale slips up.

They are back in the bookshop, and Crowley is side-eyeing his usual armchair like he has been doing since he first set foot in the shop again, but for now he is content leaning against a pillar and watching Aziraphale sort through his bible collection.

"If only I could remember which one- I swear I read something relevant, I just need to find it again."

He discards another one after impatiently thumbing through it, and he carelessly sets it down on top of a swaying tower of scripture. Crowley briefly considers making it topple over—and then it does so without any demonic intervention, crashing down in a flurry of ripping paper and hardcovers, hitting the stone floor head-on.

"Ohh f-" Aziraphale stops himself, angrily staring at the mess as if it hadn't been mostly his fault in the first place. He takes a deep breath, then another, and to Crowley's utter surprise, he says, "Fuck."

A half-choked laugh escapes him, closer to a giggle than he would care to admit, and it's the word itself and the furious expression directed at a pile of paper that rips it out of him and through every carefully constructed wall.

The smile is foreign on his face, the sound of his own laughter even more so, and yet he finds it remains, small and fragile but visible, when Aziraphale's head snaps up. A myriad of expressions flicker across his face, too quickly for Crowley to keep up, and fear freezes him in place, his mind scrambling for some sense of control and finding none.

Aziraphale doesn't lash out, nor does he ridicule him; there is no bitter disappointment or confused anger. No, Aziraphale looks at Crowley with eyes the colour of the fading night sky and smiles back. A true, wide smile, all teeth and sunshine, and he is so disoriented by the entire sequence of events that it takes him almost a minute to label the emotion coming off of him in waves.

Relief. Aziraphale is relieved.

He steps over the mess on the floor, slowly and carefully, as if approaching a skittish deer, and considering the tension tightening his muscles, it is not an unfit comparison; he stops an arm's length away, still smiling.

Someone help him, the universe might be doomed because Crowley lifts one hand and pushes his glasses up into his hair, soaking up the breathless gasp he gets in response. So much for waiting.

"There you are," Aziraphale whispers, steadily holding his gaze, and Crowley's smile deepens, overshadowing the river of doubt coursing through his veins. For the first time since being torn apart, the world feels worth saving again.

"There I am."

[hellishqueer]

Inktober is just around the corner and, in the spur of the moment, we decided to create our own Ineffable Inktober! Ren and I created a list of prompts for the 31 days of October dedicated to our favorite demon and angel bastards. 💖 Use the hashtag #IneffableInktober!

[ineffablynerdy]

Confessions of a Teenage Devil

(wrote this in like 20 minutes before i went to bed. basically a human au i might get around to, but otherwise just fluff with no plot)

He felt his pulse pound; in his head, his chest, his throat, his gut. Pounding, throbbing, aching with a grip he'd never known before. 

Just inches away, Aziraphale smiled at him, like he had so many times before. A soft smile, a bright smile, a smile hiding so many words and baring so many emotions.

His mouth dry, fingers itching, his breath shallow and unsteady. 

Aziraphale turned his eyes away, back again, his smile softened even more. The bookkeeper reached up, fingers trembling, brushing against the snake by his ear, a momento of just how much time had passed, and tapped at the rim of black glasses. 

Crowley held the air in his lungs and didn't move. 

"Anthony J Crowley," Aziraphale's voice, steady and unwavering, despite the anxiety in his eyes. "The man who stole my heart."

The glasses lifted away, and Crowley blinked against the light. Once, twice, bloody sun-

His eyes snapped open as their lips met; panic, denial, shock all attacking his system at once. Aziraphale didn't move, choosing instead to step just a bit closer, to tip his head to the side just right, to make that wonderfully sinful noise Crowley had come to like. 

No, love. 

No- adore. 

Eagerly, Crowley pressed back, watching with rapture as the dusty pink against Aziraphale's soft cheeks darkened. He gave another sound, a minute wiggle. Crowley cupped his hands around Aziraphale's jaw, thanking the stars for every second of this. 

The quiet echoed around them, until Aziraphale gave a sigh and settled back on his feet. He watched Crowley carefully, toying with the glasses in his hands, waiting for a reaction.

For Crowley to run again.

Slowly, slower than the smallest snail in the cosmos, Crowley's lip twitched. What did he say, what did he say? Oh, thanks for the snog, see you round? His mind fought for words, for anything that would end this blessed silence and-

"Good, then?" Aziraphale's wonderful grin was back, and it was then, finally, that Crowley realized. 

He was grinning back. 

Crowley gave a huff, a shake of his head, dragged a hand through his hair. Good? 

"Bloody fucking fantastic, angel."

The shop ower glowed and gave a chuckle. Crowley's knees felt weak; why was he so far away? 

"Can't say I've been called 'angel' before, my darling, but it does have a beautiful ring."

Crowley dipped forward, caught Aziraphale in his arms, buried his nose in that soft, warm neck and pressed his lips to the man's jugular. 

"I love you, Aziraphale. I'm in love with you. I want to start my days beside you, and I want to fall asleep in your arms." He spoke quickly, unsure how long his confidence would last. "You're kind and sweet. You're just enough of a bastard."

Aziraphale sucked in a breath, and Crowley shook his head, locking their fingers together and giving a soft squeeze. 

"Since the fair. One down south, remember?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Freak rainstorm, we snuck into the Tilt-a-whirl to wait it out. You called me 'darling' for the first time and told me you hated my friends."

"I did not hate them, Crowley!" he sounded indignant, but Crowley could feel him smile. "I only-" Crowley gave a nip, soothed it with a kiss, felt his skin prickle as Aziraphale gasped. 

"Not finished. My point," his arms tightened around his angel, his dear. "My point-"

"I love you, too, Crowley."