(So funny story, I had started painting this fallen angel and after I gave them red hair was like "oh, it's Crowley" so there are two versions of this painting. So if you happen to see a slightly different version of this floating around, don't be alarmed!)
Antarctic Winds - A tentacle AU of the polar siren AU by xenanigans
CW Explicit
Thank you to ireallyneedmoretea, @goatmeal-craisin and Historicsteps for the beta.
Summary:
East Antarctica, 1911. Anthony J. Crowley is, among other things, a passionate zoologist. One breezy morning, he discovers a very, very, very strange sea creature.
It suddenly occurred to him that he should probably check the integrity of the hull before descending into despair.
He leaned over the gunwale to take a look.
Hm. It seemed like he wouldn’t have to resort to sink-or-try-to-swim in frigid waters after all. Well, that was certainly a relief.
Then something brushed against his skin.
Crowley screeched.
A pale, translucent… something was groping the gunwale, just where his hand had been moments earlier.
“What the…?”
Crowley was torn between recoiling farther away from whatever that thing was, and leaning in for a closer look. His medical side was screaming for the former; the zoologist in him was advocating for the latter; his hindbrain was somehow calling for both.
The thing crept over the side of the boat, feeling up and down one of its ribs. It seemed to be some sort of… pellucid tendril? Crowley could see the wood through it, veiled and distorted as if the writhing thing was made of opaline glass.
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xenanigans passed away on 28/04/26
This fic is published in his memory by blackjeans93 as his fannish next of kin.
heeyyy I saw the tag but I don't remember the art 🤣🤣🤣 which one was it? (I also tried to comment under the post but idk if it worked, tumblr had a hiccup and it vanished)
Hey no worries, it's this one!
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There You Are - A post season 3 Good Omens fic Chapter 16 and 17 (epilogue)
CW Explicit
Summary:
Crowley and Aziraphale return to themselves in the bookshop before God and Satan after living a full life as Anthony J Crowley and Asa Fell.
Excerpt:
Crowley was quiet for a long while, gaze fixed on the window.
When he finally spoke, his voice was small and worried.
“Angel…”
“Hmm?”
“D’you think maybe… we’ve cocked it up already?”
Aziraphale blinked, his thoughts still pleasantly fuzzy. “What do you mean, dear?”
Crowley gestured to the window, fingers trembling slightly. “The whole point was to escape Her, right? To make our own universe, from scratch. With no God, no angels, no demons…”
“And we did,” Aziraphale nodded.
“But this new one we made…” Crowley frowned. “That’s…us. That was very clearly us. Presumably there’s a God in there.”
“Yes…” Aziraphale said slowly, brow furrowing as he followed Crowley’s line of thought.
“So haven’t we just… put Her right back in charge?”
Aziraphale considered this, then shook his head. “I don’t think so, darling. If She were back, I think we’d know by now. Things would feel different.” He squeezed Crowley’s hand.
“But we were supposed to make a universe without Her…” Crowley said, still looking anxious.
“And we did. We made seven thousand of them, untouched by her. If this one does contain Her in some way… it’s not Her as she was. It’s an extension of us. Like She wrote in the book, the universes are created in our image now.”
Crowley looked skeptical, but a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “That’s not exactly a comforting thought, angel.”
“No. It’s absolutely terrifying. But it’s exhilarating too,” Aziraphale added. “We get to decide what to do now. No more divine influence.”
“Hmm. You’re a divine influence.” Crowley smirked, rolling over to pin Aziraphale beneath him, and nuzzling playfully into his neck.
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Hey everyone. I originally wrote this... wow, two years ago! Anyway, @sspooksart, ineffablecrankshaft, Sachy, @cobeeli, @avadoingart-imus, DeMented_DeMeown, @gahellhimself-blog and Polychrome very kindly provided me with some illustrations for the physical binding I made for FTH, and I have now added them to the fic on ao3!
CW: Explicit, NSFW art.
Summary:
Due to unwelcome news given to him by Aziraphale, Crowley accidentally breaks time. How can he fix it? And more to the point - does he really want to?
Excerpt:
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love
Crowley woke on a Friday morning to the sound of The Cure playing from his radio alarm clock. He’d been sleeping in a corner of the ceiling in his bedroom; long legs awkwardly tucked in, spider-like. He slowly blinked his yellow eyes, his sleepy brain narrowing in on the pop song. He snapped his fingers and it went silent; it wasn’t a destroying the alarm clock kind of morning. He wouldn’t normally bother with an alarm, but he had a meeting with the angel today. Aziraphale had been in a clandestine mood lately; insisting they meet on the tube, arriving and leaving at separate stops, the full gamut.
He scuttled backwards down the wall and stepped off when his bare feet reached the floor to prepare himself for the day. He snapped himself free of the sweat of sleep, out of his satin pyjamas and into a fresh set of black and very-dark-grey clothing, pulling his shoulder length hair into a half up-do. He knew whatever he wore would be clinging to him after five minutes on the hot, greasy London Underground. It was the closest sensation to hell on Earth that Crowley had experienced; barely conscious people all shuffling downwards, unspeaking. Sweat dripped from the walls and there was a tangible feeling of hopelessness.
Crowley drove the short distance to Bond Street tube station, partly because it was raining and partly for the opportunity to park the Bentley illegally across a nearby taxi rank. He exited the car and tensed at the electricity in the air. A thunderstorm was brewing overhead; the atmosphere was building up to make the air feel close and heavy, the static caused the hairs on Crowley’s arms to stand up. Thunderstorms always riled him up with demonic rage. He bared his teeth in a slow, hissing exhale, trying to calm down and crossed over the road into the unassuming entrance to the cavernous station. He impatiently pushed a hellishly manifested travel card through the turnstile. It had no date or destination, but it would always work as Crowley expected it to.
Standing on the slow moving escalator, surrounded by pale commuters, Crowley felt some of the tension leave him as he descended the full sixty metres underground. The distance gained between him and the storm lessened its hold on his corporation; the manic, destructive urges he’d been resisting stopped tugging at his consciousness, allowing him to think clearly again. He found his way to the platform for the Central line to squeeze himself onto a packed tube to Liverpool Street, where he changed trains to the Circle line. Because the Circle line was exactly that; a circular route running in perpetuity all day long, it was the perfect setting for a secret meeting.
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And if you like the true form Crowley art above by GaHellHimself, it's available in sticker form from my Kofi.
LEGO Lord Archduke Slorch the Vile (and his Heavenly, but certainly not angelic Husband)
Yeah, I'm still struggling with the fandom fallout after GO3 and haven't exactly felt like sharing all my new GO3 LEGO babies in the aftermath, but *gritting my teeth* these babies deserve some love and I hope that there are enough fans left here who will appreciate them *looking around warily*?
If you do, please give them some love. If you don't, just ignore this post and please don't hurt my babies' feelings with any spiteful comments. Seriously, they're trying so hard to bring some joy to this fandom, please don't tread on them. *glares glarefully at anyone even thinking about hurting my babies* Thank you very much!
That being said *putting down the teeny-tiny LEGO shovel*, please enjoy our Ineffable Spouses, sharing an intimate moment (yeah, we wish, I know)!
I bet that Crowley in this wonderful Aziraphale-gifted version of his dream wife Heaven outift must have helped their husband to get dressed up down for his important business trip to Hell, right? Also, still wondering if there was some tartan hidden somewhere... tartan pants maybe? 😉
For additional pictures and some ramblings about the creation of those two idiots, including credit for the "store-bought" parts...
Honestly, I love these ridiculous costumes to pieces! It's not stated explicitly, but still strongly implied that Aziraphale must have miracled up this exact color-inverted replica of Crowley's usual outfit, right down to all the little details, like the snake skin boots and the snake belt!
Seriously, Crowley's torso was relatively easy to design for me, because it is a copy of his usual outfit, so I dug up my old torso design file and edited the hell out of it (literally) before getting it printed on a Tan LEGO torso. The rounded bottom part of his jacket covering the hips was meticulously cut and folded out of painted paper. The colours actually match better than it looks in these pictures.
The boots were giving me the biggest challenge here! I could not just have them printed on some LEGO legs, because I wanted to use those longer custom legs by Leyilebrick, the only valid option for Crowley in those bloody tight jeans, imo. Ahem.
So, yeah, recreating snake skin boots in LEGO minifigure scale? Shoot me now! Well, the results are far from perfect, but I tried my best. It really would have helped to have hi-res screencaps, but I still haven't found any, so most of the creative process was squinting at blurry enlarged images, a huge dose of 'best guess' and a lot of swearing! Oh, also acrylic markers and masking tape, of course! 🤷
Crowley's hair used to be this custom hairpiece before I painted the hell out of it. Unfortunately it's not available anymore. I'd love to get my hands on more of those pieces for other versions of Crowley!
Credit for the head goes to Minifigs.me! I bought and "beheaded" their Prince of Darkness minifigure, because those round golden sunglasses looked like a great match! I might have taken a teeny-tiny bit of secret pleasure in this act of revenge on behalf of some mistreated bat(s). *looking around innocently* 🦇
Ah, Lord Archduke Slorch the Vile, my beloved! Seriously, this costume is so horrible I can't help but love it! How, and I mean how the fuck, could Aziraphale come off genuinely intimidating in this ridiculous Joker mock-up?! Thank you for your acting skills, Michael Sheen! 🤡
People who know me and my bloody annoying perfectionism had a good laugh at my struggle to not get anything about this one perfect. Let his face be smudged. Let his teeth be sharp, but don't try to fix them any further. Let those silver chains dangle crookedly. Let his half gloves look ragged. Use the most ugly colours for his hairpiece (taken from this minifig) and don't worry about a smooth finish. Let his coat and shoulder pads look torn. Let him look horrible and own it! A Master of the Secret Torments, indeed! *still apologizing to my inner Monk who died a million times in the process of making this minifigure*
Anyway, I'm really grateful I had at least one BTS picture to work with here. Slorch's clompy (why isn't that an official word?) boots are hilarious! Initially I used some off-brand legs with printed boots and added some 1x1 plates for the high soles, but it didn't look that great. In addition those legs were too loose for the LEGO hips with the silver belt, making the whole figure fall over again and again, so I ultimately ditched those and just stole a pair of Crowley's long legs (the husbands really don't mind sharing). Since all the printed details from the other legs were almost completely hidden by the coat anyway, this solution works for me.
"Credit" for the head and torso: I took this Joker head and this LEGO torso and ruined modified the shit out of them! No idea if the way I painted the face is suggestion enough of the big mismatched nose, but whatever. Fun fact: if you'd pull off Lord Slorch's coat, you might still find the HARES OF HAVOC print on the backside, which I found too funny to remove! 🐇
All the dangly bits around the hips, the coat itself with its shoulder pads, and the chains dangling form the collar are made of masking tape and painted with acrylic markers. The spiked collar around the neck used to be on of these boring LEGO neck collars before I repurposed it lovingly! 🔪
Hopefully I didn't forget anything important. Feel free to ask if I did.
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Tagging the usual crowd with the customary addendum to please let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the list! 😘
Post-GO3 Addendum:
If you want to be removed specifically from any future Good Omens 3 LEGO posts, please also let me know! Hopefully I will find the time to share more of my LEGO babies soon, but some of them will be from S3!
There You Are - A post season 3 Good Omens fic Chapter 16 and 17 (epilogue)
CW Explicit
Summary:
Crowley and Aziraphale return to themselves in the bookshop before God and Satan after living a full life as Anthony J Crowley and Asa Fell.
Excerpt:
Crowley was quiet for a long while, gaze fixed on the window.
When he finally spoke, his voice was small and worried.
“Angel…”
“Hmm?”
“D’you think maybe… we’ve cocked it up already?”
Aziraphale blinked, his thoughts still pleasantly fuzzy. “What do you mean, dear?”
Crowley gestured to the window, fingers trembling slightly. “The whole point was to escape Her, right? To make our own universe, from scratch. With no God, no angels, no demons…”
“And we did,” Aziraphale nodded.
“But this new one we made…” Crowley frowned. “That’s…us. That was very clearly us. Presumably there’s a God in there.”
“Yes…” Aziraphale said slowly, brow furrowing as he followed Crowley’s line of thought.
“So haven’t we just… put Her right back in charge?”
Aziraphale considered this, then shook his head. “I don’t think so, darling. If She were back, I think we’d know by now. Things would feel different.” He squeezed Crowley’s hand.
“But we were supposed to make a universe without Her…” Crowley said, still looking anxious.
“And we did. We made seven thousand of them, untouched by her. If this one does contain Her in some way… it’s not Her as she was. It’s an extension of us. Like She wrote in the book, the universes are created in our image now.”
Crowley looked skeptical, but a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “That’s not exactly a comforting thought, angel.”
“No. It’s absolutely terrifying. But it’s exhilarating too,” Aziraphale added. “We get to decide what to do now. No more divine influence.”
“Hmm. You’re a divine influence.” Crowley smirked, rolling over to pin Aziraphale beneath him, and nuzzling playfully into his neck.
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There You Are Chapter 15 - A post season 3 Good Omens fic
CW Explicit
Summary:
Crowley and Aziraphale return to themselves in the bookshop before God and Satan after living a full life as Anthony J Crowley and Asa Fell.
Excerpt:
“Tell me more of your fantasies.”
“Why?” Aziraphale squeaked, going tense.
“Because it’s satisfying to know it wasn’t just me having them.”
“There’s— there’s rather a lot of them,” Aziraphale stammered.
“I bet there are. But go on. We’ve got time,” Crowley purred.
The words settled between them for a moment.
Time.
For the first time in their existences, it truly belonged to them.
“There were hundreds of moments,” Aziraphale tried again. “Thousands perhaps.”
“I want to hear them all, angel,” Crowley purred. “I won’t even interrupt…”
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