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Fallen Pt 35

Voice of God: It’s uncommon for a demon’s feelings to be laid bare. Hence why they are normally seen as “unfeeling” entities. In truth, they have A LOT of feelings… especially Crowley.

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Pencil and charcoal drawings. I worked on Crowley's portrait for 6 weeks. And I spent 19 weeks working on Aziraphale's portrait. These two drawings are among my favorites 🥹

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Aziraphalesque opening hours spotted in the wild

My local bicycle repair shop:

Also, there's two bicycle repairmen running the shop together, which, well:

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Celebrating International Non-Binary People's Day!

Today (July 14th) we celebrate our wonderful non-binary community members and creators! We are featuring works from some of the non-binary folks from our sub and we invite you to add and share any works with non-binary representation or works from non-binary creators in comments and reblogs 💛🤍💜🖤

@goatmeal-craisin is a writer whose fic I Hear My Echo in the Echoing Wood (E) sees Crowley as a weird healer who lives in the woods. Aziraphale is a fun-loving faun. Can these two overcome their (size) differences and find happiness?

@elysiumleo's fic The Dove and The Dragon: Dark Was The Night (E) is set in the winter of 1640, Hell has claimed responsibility for the massive death tolls caused by the French/Iroquois War, and the desolation wrought to colonizers that have taken up residence in New France. Anthony has made it a personal mission of his to do everything to protect the peoples afflicted by this devastation, unaware of the magnitude of Hell's influence on these poor souls. Meanwhile, Azrafael discovers Hell has unleashed a very powerful species of demon into the world, intent on destroying all life in the area, with Heaven's permission. 

@ghst-signal is a writer and artist whose Hastur/Ligur fic, You Love Him. The Story Still Ends. (T) explores the theme of Sometimes love is not enough.

@and-his-hands-were-24-crows is an artist whose works you can see on both Tumblr and Ao3 and include:

-Decommission (2025 redraw)- Moon Crown (part of a set) Ostinato No Time

We welcome all creators to share links to fics, art and any other creations that will help celebrate the Good Omens non-binary community! 💛🤍💜🖤

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Crouch End Festival Chorus recorded the music for Good Omens Finale 😍

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good omens textposts!

yay! more of these! because the world is loud with fireworks and i saw far too many maga hats today in my hometown. going to sleep after this lol

click for better quality || other rounds

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Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 43: And if the black crow flies

Scorn and the Saint-Maker is a murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) level-5 smut, ✨sexy maths✨ (passed peer review ✅), and one trans angel

Chapter 43 summary: Chapter 42, part 2: the experiment concludes.

Rating: Chapter rated M, maybe, for one (1) thirsty bit. Fic rated E for skippable smut and instances of M-rated, heavy topics (please see tags).

Excerpt:

It would be nice to feel certain of something. Perhaps… one could try. With a rustle of fabric, Anthony shifted. Fell watched him sigh loudly and crane his neck a little bit to peer at the devices on the table. There was a moment of complete silence. The kitchen clock gave a loud tick. “Wait,” said Fell.

Read chapter 43 on AO3 ➡️ or start from the beginning ↩️ (185k words, WIP)

WE'RE HERE, twenty-four hours late, blame AO3's sudden surprise maintenance downtime (let's all raise our glasses to the techs in that place all right? Apparently they full-on fixed the thing?) and my stellar timing in deciding to finish up the polish and post the chapter right around 5.30 PM UTC.

Anyway... on with our regularly scheduled programming.

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Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 41: I’ll never get caught

Scorn and the Saint-Maker is a murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) level-5 smut, ✨sexy maths✨ (passed peer review ✅), and one trans angel

Chapter 41 summary: Did anyone say ‘date’? As it happens, our boys aren’t the only ones dining at one particular restaurant tonight.

Rating: Chapter rated T. Fic rated E for skippable smut and instances of M-rated, heavy topics (please see tags).

Excerpt and fun art stuff below the break!

Excerpt:

“God hates me,” Crowley hissed. “The hell’s she doing here? Out of every bloody restaurant in this city—” “Ought we” – Fell glanced at the plant wall; made an abortive little gesture – “announce ourselves?” Crowley jerked up. “No!” he breathed, aghast. “What the – no! She’s barely spoken to me after trying to tear my arm clean fucking off; I am not about to—” “What else do you suggest? Sitting here, quietly? Eavesdropping on—” “Nice place,” Beatrix remarked in a tone both actively conversational and extremely exhausted, and Angel fell silent, visibly clenching his jaw.

Read chapter 41 on AO3 ➡️ or start from the beginning ↩️ (174k words, WIP)

Happy first-half-of-pride-month! 🏳️‍🌈

Have some old gays going on a date in their Sunday finest (although the chapter takes place on a Saturday)! Yes, this chapter is indeed used as an excuse to play dress-up with the blorbos and give a footnote lecture on How To Wear A Kilt™️ and also talk about Angel eating dessert sexily can you blame me?

This was originally a project to show Fell's nice kilt getup, then after I'd struggled with drawing that for about half a day I googled up a photo of David Tennant at the Baftas and whipped up a decent Crowley in about thirty minutes. Why am I like this.

Anyway Anthony is just wearing A Black Suit™️ but true to form he makes it look slutty AF. Well done. Once a demon always a demon. Meanwhile Fell is eyeing him like he hung the stars because the reference for his face and hands is when angel!Crowley was literally doing that. More on Angel's pretty outfit (and references!), which I absolutely want for myself (so y'know if you ever need to get me a birthday present or anything, just saying, kilt stuff):

And here's a slightly smitten Angel face, which I sized up a bit and coloured in separately (since I have a scanner now and can scan and print my line art and paint over it as many times as I like it's amazing). I just cannot with this happy little face:

Read chapter 41 of Scorn and the Saint-Maker ➡️ (with bonus Highland wear lecture yw) or start from the beginning ↩️ (174k words, WIP)

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GOOD OMENS "The Ball"

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ASTROBLEME - Collab - Page 67

astrobleme [ as-truh-bleem ] - an erosional scar on the earth's surface, produced by the impact of a cosmic body, such as a meteorite.

A collab between @daneecastle and me! New pages every wednesday and Sunday!

First | Previous

https://astroblemecomic.carrd.co/ <- Read the full comic here.

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Still We Know Each Other So Well - Ch 12

It's been a while between updates (I got distracted working on a gift exchange fic that turned into a multi-chap, sorry!), but I'm very happy to bring a nice chunky chapter to the table this time!

Thank you to anyone who is still following this story as a WIP and for the lovely messages and comments 💕

Rated: E

Fic summary: There have been ponderings about what would happen if Aziraphale or Crowley's memories were wiped, but what if both their memories were wiped? This is a story of that what if.

Chapter excerpt:

It was late when a sudden influx of pedestrians parading past the café caught Maggie's attention, and she pushed the box of teas she was unpacking aside to take a closer look.

The extended opening hours over summer brought in enough extra income to support any slumps throughout the year, so there was no choice but to tend to stocktaking after closing. Mid-July, that meant the clock was nudging eleven, and even with Maggie there to help, they were barely halfway through.

“Theatre crowd,” said Nina from the shelves behind the counter. “Looks like a couple of shows finished at the same time.”

“Oh right, of course,” Maggie replied. Her gaze remained on the passers-by, more out of habit than in search of anyone in particular, when two familiar figures caught her eye.

“Look! It’s Mr. Fell and Mr. Crowley! Mr. Fell mentioned they were going to see Oliver tonight. Said that seeing Dickens on stage was worth it, despite the singing.”

Nina chuckled and made her way over to Maggie’s side.

“And they’re holding hands!” Maggie exclaimed. “I know it’s silly and it’s been a while now, but I can’t help it, I’m such a romantic.”

Continue reading on AO3

Or Read From The Beginning

Eternal thanks to beta extraordinaire @harlotofupdog for being so excellent at all times.

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Vavoom

I painted this specifically so that I could print it and have it signed by David at the Kansas City Comicon. It was an amazing experience I'll never forget!

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infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

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Slightly more Crowley memes this week! I'm putting this down to the fact I've been writing a Top/Dom Crowley fic where not only is he a priest but also a total mess. Wet Cat Crowley is my favourite

The quality always gets squished on mobile, so click on the images if the text is blurry 💜 There's a couple of mildly angsty/Final 15 ones below the cut: you have been warned!

Last meme post

Angst below!

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Behind the scenes pictures on the set of Good Omens 2 shared by classicaljgh on instagram (who works for DenOfGeek)

“I was lucky enough to be asked to cover a set visit to the goodomensprime set last week, and it is amazing, so gorgeous and so detailed!”

“Most gorgeous of course was Aziraphale’s bookshop”.

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Celebrate Good Omens' 35th anniversary with the fandom!

We're having synchronous picnics on May 10th and everyone's invited.

There are several public picnics planned in our pinned post, but you can also have a picnic with you and your hereditary enemy... Or just yourself in your own back garden! There's no wrong way to be part of this celebration.

Tag us and #GO For A Picnic. We'd love to know what you're planning. Cosplay? Themed foods, mm? 👀

Fan art and fic with a picnic theme also encouraged for any and all Good Omens characters.

AO3 collection archiveofourown.org/collections/GOforapicnic

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Join us on The Ineffable Society's Discord server, where hundreds of fans around the world are getting ready and making plans for a great day: https://discord.gg/wJqEsk9tnD