#azicrow

[goosetooths]

so. moving is going great

[noctopus-art]

Aziraphale loves the train… 🥺🚂

Drawing I did a few days ago ! I wanted to draw a rough background but with a cute ambiance, I hope you like it ✨ they’re on holiday… maybe going to Edinburgh ?

Also, not that I don’t wanna answer all your nice comments but I still don’t know how to proceed haha. But thank you all, I’m so happy to join you here, y’all are so nice and I’m happy to read that you like my silly art 🤧🫶

[katcsy]

flameless sword

[sightkeeper]

March request for a patr0n who wanted ineffables having a picnic! ❤

[dreamdust]

"Six thousand years in love"

Part 5. Eden 3/8

I've changed the chapter numbers a bit to avoid confusion. Let's see how many of them accumulate. I hope you like this AU❤️ you can find all parts by tag)

[ineffablehusbandscentral]

Now see what you get under the cut

[goodomens-girlie]

BLASPHEMY

[j-phone-time]

Some sleepy-snake yawns

He made cocoa for his angel, he's a good boy

[smutkeeper]

Mofu Day 7: Tentacles

[Uncensored version on A03!]

[lijzeil]

Light in the window.

(Sketching)

[sunnywalnut]

I had a dream last night. A Good Omens dream. So naturally, I have to share it with the Masses. Because I'm a pathetic wet cat who deserves attention.

Our friends Crowley and Aziraphale were there of course, and as was I. For some reason. I was like their child (or rather, I was in the place of Adam, where they protected and cared for me, but I was still an adult. As I am now). Not the oddest thing that's happened in my dreams so I'll let it slide. So here I am hanging out with my Ineffable Dads after calling off Armageddon and what do they do to celebrate? Drink, of course.

So we're sitting in the bookshop, Crowley on the couch, Aziraphale in his chair, and I am perched up on the desk. Drinking some floral wine that tastes a lot like chamomile tea(I don't drink. But I do like chamomile tea). And Crowley gets stupid drunk.

Two bottles later, he jolts up from the couch like a vampire from his coffin, turns to look at Aziraphale (who isn't phased by this behavior), and immediately is glued to his side.

I'm talking sprawled out across his back, head hanging over his shoulder, slurring drunkenly and his arms wrapped around his waist. And he's just cooing at him.

"You know I love you, 'ngel?"

He reaches out a long, thin finger, tracing one of Aziraphale's curls, making the angel chuckle. "You're so pretty, Angel."

He kisses his cheek and neck and the side of his face, earning full belly laughter from the angel who is reaching up to pull him closer.

"Crowleyyyy!"

"Shhh, Angel, lemme kiss you-"

Drunker than a dog, Crowley grabs for his angel and continues to press hasty kisses across his face, Aziraphale giggling all the while. I just shake my head and turn to my tea(because apparently it was tea, just in a wine glass to make me feel included. Aziraphale's idea, I'm sure. The tea. I think the wine glass was Crowley. Seems like a Crowley thing to do).

Allowing the two lovebirds to do what they do, fully amused and proud of them for finally being able to openly express affection, I look up to find Aziraphale heading out the door- wearing Crowley on his back like a booze-drenched exoskeleton. They're both giggling like a bunch of school children, Aziraphale shushing Crowley but only ending up giggling even louder himself. They're trying to sneak past me. I let them.

I follow about ten steps after these Ineffable Bastards, the streetgoers of Soho giving them and me questionable looks but I just wave them off. Because I suppose this was when everyone was revived. Because of course it was. We stagger down to The Dirty Donkey and Aziraphale drops his demon in a barstool, fixes the lapels of his jacket, and proudly announces that he would like an "Angel Shot" the bartender, Maggie, looks concerned.

She immediately puts away the glass she was polishing, leaning in close.

"Are you alright, Honey?"

Aziraphale stares, eyes glazed over with both booze and confusion.

"Pardon?"

"Do you need me to call someone?"

Crowley reaches over to grab Aziraphale's thigh, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. He forgets, though, and kisses underneath his ear to make up for it. Aziraphale starts giggling again.

It's clear to everyone now, including Maggie, that he was in no real danger. It was a simple mistake. And they had pregamed. She's giggling as well, but trying to hide it.

"Alright, what can I get you two?"

They decide on some sort of almost clear drink in a shot glass, three for each. I have a mocktail. More drunken giggling and flirting. Crowley has found his way pressed up against Aziraphale's side yet again. Everyone is delighted and amused by this behavior, seeing as not one person has seen him this relaxed since.... Well, since forever. They let it be.

The night ends with me walking them both home while they stumble against one another, laughing about something or another that I couldn't even begin to decipher. And we wander on home. To the bookshop.

Aziraphale wanders in, miracling(miracleing?) the door open after the key proves to be stubborn with the lock. Crowley follows. Is this normal? I don't know. Aziraphale doesn't seem to be worried, though, so I allow it. Not much I can do about it, honestly. It's not like Crowley would let me.

I follow them in, pushing stacks of books back in place as Crowley's wandering arms threaten to knock them down, the statues nearly ready to fall. I give him a warning glare. He does not respond.

Both angel and demon wander up the stairs and into a bedroom with rich yellow walls and the curtains drawn. The bed is untouched, pale yellow pillows peeking out from underneath off-white sheets. Crowley makes a start for it. Aziraphale hovers at the doorway, then follows. They both crawl into their respective sides, as if by impulse. Crowley on the left, Aziraphale on the right. Only Aziraphale has the mind to miracle himself into nightclothes. Crowley is already asleep.

Seeing as they both are no longer in danger of harming themselves, I turn out the light and close the door. Off to my own place, I would believe. Except I wouldn't know. I woke up.

Still not entirely sure why my dreams are fanfics now but you know what, I'm not complaining. It was cute as hell.

[peach16s]

I'm trying to improve my Aziraphale/fem cosplay for next month's otaku festival in my city, what do you think? ☺️✨👼🏼

[febelinlove]

I was missing because of coursework, but What doesn't kill us — makes us stronger! The same goes for Season 2 of Good Omens.

However, not about this, but about love!

While waiting for S3, I was looking for something cute in S2 and found —

Crowley flirts like snakes, he literally tried every kind of snake flirt on Aziraphale. But you know what reveals much more about their relationship?

Aziraphale flirts like a rabbit. Yes, no matter how strange it may sound, especially when you realize that Michael put a lot of himself into playing the character, but it’s sooooo true

Look, what we know about small furry cuties is that with trust and comfort, they behave passively and calmly, or, on the contrary, excitedly -you can check the box

They are very tactile, when they particularly like someone, we remember all those precious shots with touching or just closeness - you can put a tick

Yes, I certainly don’t deny that he is the most teenage girl of all who twirls her hair on her finger

[kaplancik5]

Aziraphale & Crowley Could’ve Lived Together

The only reason Crowley lived in his car instead of being roommates with Aziraphale was because of Gabriel staying with Aziraphale in the bookshop.

[cloverscomics]

"Passing curiosity", a Good Omens very silly comic.

I regret nothing.

[vavoom-sorted-art]

what happened on the drive home from tadfield...?

Edit: this happens on wednesday after the paintball arena (and the wall slam), not after the nopocalypse! I am well aware they took the bus! ^^