#satanic husbands

[namelessdumbass]

THEY ARE REAL

the hand holy shiiiiiiiiiiit 😫🥵🥺😭🤤🥲😌😍

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[namelessdumbass]

OMG!!!!!!!!!

I hope it’s not much to ask but could you draw some omega and terzo?

They’re soooo married

[sayatsugu]

Inspired by Factory Settings

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[couldhavebeenus]

crowley is braver than any us marine for being interrupted during a love confession, taking aziraphale’s devastating news about heaven, and STILL following through with it anyways

[books-and-catears]

Solomon's identity literally just being an MC simp and he can't even deny it XD

[gahellhimself-blog]

Angst War comic Chapter 2 p.9 to p.11

@goodomensafterdark

The other soldiers : @vavoom-sorted-art @gleafer @daneecastle @lauramoon1987 @kotias and all the people who participated to this adventure!!

God had a plan.. She called him Aziraphale

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And a little soundtrack for this one

[zombiisong]

Hello again!!

I’ve been drowning in schoolwork, so I’ve been a bit absent from Tumblr, and I apologize <:) I know I said I was going to be posting AU content soon, and I will! It might take a little longer, though.

My will to create has faded for a period of time due to the mere amount of work I’ve been doing, but with tests coming to a close soon I will most likely return in full power!

For now, have this little Terzo x Omega doodle to heal your woes :3 I really enjoy doodling them when I don’t feel my best, and this one turned out incredibly cute, so I just had to share it.

Hope you enjoy! <3

[indigovigilance]

I think it’s wonderful and appropriate for Good Omens to end with S3.

I also think it would be wonderful and appropriate for David and Michael to periodically release little audio-clip minisodes a la the Lockdown Episode so that we can check in on our blorbos throughout their happily ever after, know that they’re okay, and get continued inspiration for the beautiful fic, meta, and visual art this community has produced.

Edit: apparently some people haven't seen the Lockdown Episode. Go watch it. It's adorable and widely considered to be canon.

[mikasaysehe]

BlackHole baby

I like black holes

[notyoujamie]

[ineffableaddiction]

What’s this? As much as I’ve watched this scene, I’ve never paid close attention to Aziraphale’s gestures in the Final 15, aside from noting the anxiety/fear/whatever other descriptors are preferred.

It looks like Aziraphale also mouths “we need help” at the same time.

Was this (along with the “something’s wrong” voice) a clever way to let Crowley know that they were being observed? Or was Aziraphale asking Crowley to stop time?

[thewaywardkees]

This is a post to thank all the amazing people who has welcomed me in the Good Omens fandom these last couple days, the people who has commented, shared my status, reblogged, started following me, etc. You all are so sweet, so... Thank you! ❤️

Little update (to the ones who have been asking):

So I have just finished episode 2 of season 2 and now I'm truly convinced they feel something for the other. Personally, I love the way Crowley treats Aziraphael because he is always taking care of him one way or the other and is quick to change his mind to help his friend (boyfriend) and I just LOVE how Aziraphael looks at Crowley... Like with so much love and understanding 😭

Few memorable moments from episode 1&2, S2:

1. "Look at you, you're gorgeous!" I really loved how cute Aziraphael looked in that moment, because maybe he thought Crowley was saying it to him???

2. The I was wrong dance!!! Please tell me there is another scene with that dance. It was so cringy hahahaha 🤣🤣🤣

3. "That sounds... Lonely" nah, babes... You'll always be together (Hopefully).

4. I have noticed that both Aziraphael and Crowley used their wings to protect each other from something? Like from the rain and meteors (those were meteors, right??). It was so lovely!

5. Them tricking God & Satan to protect Job, Sitis and their children ❤️ (I loved watching Tennant Father and Tennant Son acting together on screen!!)

[lauramoon1987]

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

strike back to writers.

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

Oh oh ooooh!!

[leoreadss]

Do you know what adulthood means?

It means It's 3:10 in the morning, you can't sleep, and the fanfic you've been reading for the past hour and a half is so good you literally have to force yourself to put it down when all of a sudden you remember you're on your own, you have free will so you take a shower, blast your fav Girl in Red song in your earbuds, go to the kitchen and make the fluffiest gluten-free, chocolate and peanut butter pancake you've ever made, go back to the computer and decide to open blender to work on that scene you really want to make.

That. That's what adulthood means.

For those who wonder, no I did not take a picture of the pancake, I was very much hungry.

I did take a picture of the scene I'm working on so here it is.

Could you imagine what it would be?

After writing this post, it's now 3:39, the pancakes have been eaten, the scene has been updated, the photo has been edited and I think I'm tired.

[actual-changeling]

i cannot resist a piece of good, painful angst, so have a little something inspired by this post by @quoththemaiden and the tags i left on it

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Aziraphale returns to heaven in a haze of heartbreak and fear, his lips still tingling with Crowley's kiss, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach for him. The white sterility welcoming him only encourages his mind to drift further, allowing him to tune out the Metatron's words and focus on simply setting one foot in front of the other. If heaven has not changed in the last few thousand years, and he knows very well that it hasn't, there will be more than enough paperwork detailing anything and everything he is being told.

"Any questions, Aziraphale?"

They have stopped in the middle of a long, empty corridor, his eyes stinging with the bleach-dry air, and Aziraphale blinks, the smile on his face never wavering; it is a mask he knows he will not be able to drop for quite some time.

"Do I have an office?"

"You can make yourself one if you deem it necessary. I will leave you to it, then."

With a small flash of light, he is gone, and Aziraphale is alone. Right.

A few hours later, he has an office no miracle in the world could make cosy, enough paperwork to last him an eternity, and a persistent itch in his left hand. It is more irritating than bothersome, an anchor keeping him from floating away into the land of celestial regulations and legal frameworks, and he is trying (and failing) to keep himself from thinking about Crowley.

He needs him to deal with this, that much is clear without knowing anything at all about how exactly the second coming is going to transpire, but for the first time in six thousand years, Aziraphale finds himself wondering if Crowley will be waiting for him when he reaches out.

Absently, he scratches the back of his left hand, the itching seemingly working its way to the surface, and picks up the next folder.

'Re: The matter of opening a direct communication line between the Department of Miracle Accounting and the Department of Miracle Archiving.'

"You'd assume they'd done that ages ago," he murmurs, opening it with a sigh and squeezing his eyes shut when he sees the first document dates back to 3076 BC. A sudden wave of sympathy for Gabriel washes through him, which disappears rather quickly when he remembers he is probably having the time of his life on Alpha Centauri.

(Even if this all ends up in a puddle of burning goo we can-- go off together.)

(Go off together?)

Aziraphale slams the folder shut and pushes it to the side, creating a new 'unimportant/for later' pile since the other one is already structurally unsound and he'd rather not have to reorganize it when it inevitably collapses under its own weight.

He scrubs a hand down his face (I could always rely on you) and forces himself to take a deep, steadying breath (You could always rely on me) before reaching for the next one, halting when a shimmer of gold draws his attention.

(And I would like to spend-)

On his left hand, in the exact spot where the itch is… was Aziraphale corrects himself, and in its place, curled around his ring finger and weaving its way towards his wrist, is a golden snake. No, not a snake, he slowly realizes, it's Crowley's snake in all its glory, uncurled and with wide open, unblinking eyes, staring up at him.

"Fuck," he breathes, his right hand rapidly furling and unfurling. After not spending more than an hour or two in heaven at a time for millennia, he had completely forgotten about his angelic markings, which had looked very different before Eden. The exact images are hazy, washed out by time and apparently a fundamental change in his essence, because the snake lazily sliding around his wrist and closing its eyes as if to nap is both new and strangely familiar.

(Listen. Do you hear that?)

Tremors run through his body, fine and yet strong enough to keep him from opening the file, from reading, thinking, planning, his mind filled with fire-red hair and golden eyes and the taste of love on his tongue.

(I don't hear anything.)

Aziraphale cradles his marked hand against his chest, pressing his knuckles to his lips and trying to recall the few seconds during which he had felt whole. Happy.

(That's the point. No nightingales.)

The snake hisses quietly, or maybe he is already starting to lose his sanity, and its glittering scales provide what little comfort he can access in heaven, missing the white noise of London, the dusty quiet of his bookshop, missing Crowley, Crowley, Crowley.

[boylikeanangel]

so it's NOT just aziraphale comforting crowley here. it's both of them lamenting their complicitness in the suffering of humanity, it's them realising just how pointless it all is both of them making this one poor man's life miserable just to prove who's side is best (like this whole both heaven and hell torturing one guy to test his faith is that whole thing adam said about the stupidity of armageddon in MICROCOSM), and suddenly coming to the conclusion that they are the only ones who can understand each other. they have no one else in the world, in the universe, who knows how they feel. it's literally them reflecting on their respective positions in this great ineffable cosmic game of chess and realising they are not just playing opposite numbers, but are connected in such a deep and profound way such as that no one else would ever be able to comprehend.

and all of that is literally encapsulated in this one fucking screenshot. that's why it's eliciting so much inexplicable emotion in people. even without the context this shot is so provoking, but it really says it ALL once you understand what's really going on here. even without any dialogue or movement. the vast beauty that surrounds them, the purposeful distance maintained but nonetheless still sitting together peacefully, the quiet moment of reflection upon their places in the universe, and their places in each other's lives. the feeling that they really might be the only two people on earth who matter. what a beautiful place to build this season's romance from. I haven't even seen the scene yet and I'm already in awe