Inevitably Ineffable

[cesiscribbles]

I made Princess Treatment art over the weekend 🌼

„I know that scene!“ (me 2 seconds ago)

Asjajsjajsajk gosh I love seeing drawn out moments from my story! That makes me absolutely excited and joyous ❤️🙈

Absolutely love how you drew the flower scene with the soft interaction between them! Also the outfit designs with Azi‘s cloak and Crowley‘s loose shirt and belt thing fit perfectly ❤️

Didn’t fully design their festival outfits yet but I would absolutely consider those in your drawings canon!

With your permission I would love to add the drawing to the scene on AO3 (with credits ofc) ❤️ (but only if that is ok with you)

[inevitably-ineffable-husbands]

So cute!!! :D

[arsillanola]

We cope with memes

[lizosemga]

hello everyone, it's a new chapter in "strawberry summer"!

(if there's someone waiting for the updates, haha)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87107861/chapters/239309106

strawberry summer by lizosemga (still me)

(M, 21,018 w., 6/? Ch. || WiP || Human Neighbours AU || Hurt/Comfort, Summer, Minor Character Death, Crowley Has Panic Attacks, Idiots in Love, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Crowley was living his best life until one day, a new owner by the name of Aziraphale moved into the house next door. From that day forward, a string of accidental — and not-so-accidental — meetings followed, forever changing them both.

[whimsicalali]

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A Kind of Magic. CH.7 Sneak Peek!!

I just finished my outline (which really is just the chapter lol) for the next chapter of A Kind of Magic!! It is soooo fluffy and cute and god I freaking love these idiots.

"Busy, busy, busy. That was what Asa’s Tuesday afternoon entailed. It was the last Tuesday of the carefree bliss of Summer Holiday, the last Tuesday before the trappings of courses and exams and all things complicated. Student after student filed into the shop, desperately searching for the titles required for their first day back. Why they decided to go about this business now escaped Asa. They had all summer to do this! But no, they had to choose today. Today, the first full day that he had gone with Anthony Crowley’s number in his telephone. Today, which had started with a “good morning” in the afternoon. Today, which was yesterday’s “Tomorrow,” fresh and new and blemish-free; brimming with hope, bright and liquid gold; morning sunlight sliding over still, tourmaline waters.  Today, which had become heavy with “thank you” and “have a lovely day” and “best of luck with your studies” and “Although it certainly does help that you are devastatingly attractive.”

So yes, they are flirting over text. I could not resist.

Also hehehe The Them are making an appearance... GET HYPE PEOPLE!

[rogue-bard]

Aaaaaand I'm out of multi-chapter Good Omens fanfics that are not WIPs so we're now on to the bite-sized oneshots...

All of these are very short: Either 500 words, 800 words or 1000 words. I also don't really do AUs, so all of these are canon-verse.

🪽 Fluff & Pining: Aziraphale/Crowley 🐍

I write a lot of little blurps for Guess The Author events in different Discord Servers I'm on. We're gonna go by genres, so this Thursday, have the fluffy stuff and aaaallllll the pining!

🎭 A Masquerade in Every Sense of the Word ✒️

Mutual Pining, Mistaken Identity, Bastard!Aziraphale

Crowley and Oscar Wilde are wearing the same costume at the masquerade. It's not Aziraphale's fault if he ends up discussing his and Crowley's relationship with the wrong person!

💫 Look Up to the Skies and See (text) (podfic) 🌘

Pining, Angst with a Happy ending

When the angel finally spoke again, it was to break Crowley’s heart: “I suppose there really isn’t any point in us going stargazing, after all.”

And Crowley swallowed, nodded, accepted.

But if there was no point to it, then why did Aziraphale sound heartbroken as well?

⌛ A Memorial Between Moments 🖼️

Pining, Secret Crush, First Kiss

When Crowley's pining gets too much to handle, he stops time to commit Aziraphale's face to memory. Unfortunately, after the failed Apocalypse, time seems to forget to stop Aziraphale too — and Crowley isn't quite fast enough to hide what he's doing.

🌆 Good Night Omens (text) (podfic) 🛏️

Shameless Fluff, Established Relationship

Aziraphale is a blanket hogger. Crowley is cold-blooded and needs a blanket. As always with these two, mutually beneficial Arrangements™ are come to.

🌇 Good Morning Omens 🏡

Shameless Fluff, Established Relationship

Waking up on time to go to the Ritz seems to be an insurmountable challenge since Crowley and Aziraphale moved into a cottage together. Good thing this turns out to be the opposite of a problem.

🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 A Dance Best Danced In Twos 💃

The "I Was Wrong"-Dance, post s2, written before s3

Well, that had been a thing. Or rather it hadn’t. “Another Armageddon’t,” Crowley seemed to read Aziraphale’s thoughts. His jaw was working. He was out of breath and singed at the tips of his ears. “Yes, well,” Aziraphale said, clutching the Book of Life to his beating heart – because what else was there to say? “With that out of the way, we can finally go back to…” Crêpes? Wine? What had they been doing? Crowley froze. “Not talking,” he finished Aziraphale’s sentence. Oh. Right.

After aborting the Second Coming, Aziraphale and Crowley make up. But it might need more than a simple apology dance this time.

🍎 All of Eden’s Creatures 🌳

Through the Ages, Protective & Smitten Aziraphale

Aziraphale watches over the humans. Crowley watches Aziraphale. And so it goes for years, decades, centuries, millennia.

Until one day, they disavow their opposite sides and finally break free from their duties. Crowley watches Aziraphale. And Aziraphale doesn’t need to watch over the humans anymore.

🕯️ The Light at the End of the Tunnel 🩹

Comfort after a lot of off-screen hurt

On Halloween, Crowley got stuck in Hell. He has already abandoned all hope of a rescue. But Aziraphale would find his demon anywhere, and he is going to make sure that Crowley feels a lot better - immediately!

(Image of Look Up to the Skies and See)

[cheeseplants]

Throwback Thursday

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far || 58k I have seen some awesome fic writers: @carry-the-sky, @quitequaintrelle, @gaiaseyes451, @copperplatebeech doing this and I wanted to play along!

I wanted to talk about the trial of writing a longfic when you have spent half your career learning the art of writing short copy. I trained as a journalist many moons ago (and never actually become one because the industry basically began to collapse the year I graduated), and then spent a lot of years writing communications for small non profits. From my Masters to my career I learnt a few things - don't bury the lead and keep it short. So, when I found myself catapulted like a confused cannonball into the Good Omens fandom after S2 and then even more surprisingly found myself writing fanfiction - I made myself a goal to try and fight all my programming. The goal: write a fic over 50k words. I decided to pick an easy romance trope that I knew I could follow (I have devoured a lot of romance in my time) and came up with a rather silly plot involving human cityboy Crowley inheriting a cottage in the middle of nowhere and Aziraphale Fell, the parish councillor, being put in charge of knocking it down. They end up on the same side (while pretending otherwise); and romance ensues. I chose to write it all in one go and only start publishing when I finished. I got about halfway and hit a wall, and reached out to my writing buddies. The incredible @happynachohologram & @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon willingly read half of this beast, cheering me along, and kept beta-ing the whole thing; even when the Google doc was practically collapsing under it's own weight of words. I have since learnt to put separate chapters in different docs. For me, this whole fic was an exercise in slowing down and learning to take my time to describe the scenes around the characters. I taught myself to outline (I used Gwen Hayes Romancing the Beat as a structure and it did me well). I learnt to think about character motivation; and how going back to those would help me get through the blocks. But I really fell in love with taking my time, building the romance slowly and mostly creating a whole new world of my own! The resulting fic is absolutely silly, cosy, extremely British vibes and it will always have a place in my heart. And mainly it taught me that I can write a longfic! And in the end it was 58k words, so take that brain. This is for anyone who struggles writing long, believe me, we aren't all natural long writers but it doesn't mean it's not possible. Anyway, it is likely still a bit rough around the edges, but the fact I ever finished it is something to be proud of. I haven't written a long human AU since I finished this one, but I keep thinking I want to try again. And I am currently writing a slightly longer (middling) canon post S1 fic and I am having a ball. I am in awe of people who manage to throw out 100k fics every few months. You AMAZE me.

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[seasonofhotness]

Day eighteen of making art everyday for Pride Month. June 18: Good Omens' Aziraphale and Crowley!

Prev. Next. First.

Master Post

[glumdelay]

So much for our date, it’s raining fish out there!

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! I’m looking for a story where Crowley told hell that he is tempting Az and as a proof they asked him to something like video tapes (or smth like that) of their intimate moments? And Crowley was secretly in love with him and always tried to keep his face normal during the act but was suffering a little. There was one scene where they did it on Crowley throne I believe

I think I’ve looked through ao3 but haven’t found it :(

Thank you for your help!

hi there! this sounds like

Closed Set by racketghost (E)

Crowley has been harboring a dirty secret and Hell-- six-months post Armageddon-- would like to see the receipts. Or, take Zack and Miri Make a Porno and give it to a writer who takes everything too seriously.

- mod c

[nerdythangs]

@racketghost

[racketghost]

Crowley “suffering a little” is the quote I would put on the dust jacket if this fic was a book

[poet-to-none]

CH 7 | We Meet In Dreams | Below In A Jade Bird Cage | Poet to None

Aziraphale's eyes blink drowsily, the sanctuary's palette of pale blues and glimmering white and vibrant books drifting away.

What he wants, all that he wants, is to fall into a deep sleep and dream again, and he does. . .

A weathered book's uneven pages sprawl over black velvet thighs. It's stacked paper smooths with a whisper as a palm moves against it, spread open on his lap. He lifts his hand, curling his fingers around a braided cord keeping the last curtain in the room open, and tugs it loose, until the drape falls behind his shoulder. The faint light of the window's shutter is gone. Now the only flicker interrupting the gloom of the dilapidated library is the candelabra glowing beside him, though not all its wicks are lit. An open matchbox, the word LUCIFERS lettered boldly on its cover, waits in reach of his idle slender frame.

"Back so soon?" Crowley lilts, his voice dark with pleasure and his grin alluring with pride and warmth.

Aziraphale clutches at the items gathered in his arms, taking in every detail. . .

Samuel Jones [a London chemist]. . . began commercializing a version of Holden's [Scottish inventor] product throughout Britain as the "promethean" or "lucifer match" (Latin: lucifer, "light-bearer"). Its popularity—and much lower price—prompted Walker to stop making his own formulation by 1830, while Richard Bell opened the first match factory in 1832 in London. Jones and Bell's lucifer matches were pirated in turn by Ezekial Byam in the United States. These matches continued to have unpleasant fumes, an unsteady flame, and could ignite explosively, sometimes throwing sparks a considerable distance. Nonetheless, they sold well and "lucifer" persisted as a genericized term for matches into the 20th century.

–Wikipedia

[averywiseanimatedcat]

I look for you in the strangest places

The companion the church one with Aziraphale, which I posted after S2, has been sitting 80% finished in my procreate forever. I kept feeling like it needed more, but post S3 I don’t have to heart to spend anymore time on sad things. So here she is!

Details

[theonevoice]

Break of Dawn

[shulermari]

Yo how u're day?? I think its be better after this post (^з^)-☆

I love hairstyle Crowly at 1967 so freaking much well.. let just we all have fun okay? Okay

[poet-to-none]

😈 3 Quotes Crowley Crashes Aziraphale's Plans 😈

🫏 There was only one inn room, from Gleams On Volumes Of Old

"Haven't even heard me out though. I've got the best room in town to stay, as it happens." [Crowley]

"How could you even suggest– I'd never agree to share a demon's room, under any circumstances!" [Aziraphale]

"Not for you and me. For them," Crowley stresses, certain that Aziraphale's fretting over a nearby pregnant couple. It's entirely possible the silly angel's been escorting them all the way from Nazareth. Crowley remembers the last time breeding humans had a need to cross a desert and Aziraphale was worrying nearby.

🌕 A gamble for the greatest good or the reasonable evil, from Where The Silent Moonlight Falls

Aziraphale tsks, miracling a bundle of sticks between them. With a practiced hand, he gathers them in his fist, and taps the ends flush. He grips the uneven ends with his other hand and flips them. He holds his fist to Crowley, a dozen and some sticks of different lengths, all appearing even.

"The longest one drawn is the one favored by chance." [Aziraphale]

Crowley cracks his knuckles, shakes out his hands, and reaches. His fingers hover unsteadily, as an exhale slowly passes from his parted lips.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

With lightning quick reflexes he pulls a stick free. Aziraphale looks as tense as Crowley as his own hand passes over, inching one out with several tugs, hoping against hope he can see the exact moment he's sure he's won. When they make eye contact with each other, equally hesitant and flushed, holding their sticks close to their chests, it's all too apparent they have to be measured side by side, there's not a discernible short one.

Aziraphale slides his forward, seeing it start to line up with Crowley's, until he can't take it anymore and looks away. "Is it, is it over?" He keeps his voice as steady as he can. Silence. "Crowley–?" Aziraphale wills to look, in a panic.

The most hooded gaze and lecherous fang flaunting smirk lights up Crowley's face. "Oh Angel. It's just started."

🖼 An angel and demon trying so hard to keep a secret they end up in the same place, getting found out, from When It Lies Nearest, Cherish It

Ever since [Aziraphale had] discovered Crowley began painting and sketching, it wouldn't leave his mind wondering what it was like. He'd never considered himself artistically inclined, but all the more potential he might surprise the gentleman demon if he, too, could render an image. They'd been spending more time in each other's presence than he can ever recall, the bookshop Crowley's constant lure. A new found delight stirs in Aziraphale, almost daily. Even the smallest gesture of mutual understanding, exchanging their private thoughts in writing, had grown their relationship tremendously. This is the next step, Aziraphale's certain, to make more hobbies on common ground, and the reveal will leave Crowley impressed and intrigued.

Aziraphale squints to see the five minute mark on the hands of the clock, bouncing on his heels. When his eyes come down, they meet with dark spectacles, straight across from him, as Crowley seats himself at an easel, both hands on his knees, scrunching a bit on his slacks, the flat line of his mouth wide, and then curving up mischievously slight at both ends.

Oh he'll be damned.

All this planning for the whole thing to be busted!

[worrynoodle]

This may have been obvious but I just put this together

"I work in soho, I hear things."

No, that's not it, Aziraphale. You got shadwell to spy on your boyfriend, didn't you?

Have we established how long Shadwell and Aziraphale have known each other because I find it convenient that just as Shadwell shows up to Crowley's meeting in the Dirty Donkey, Aziraphale turns up there too.

That's the face of a man who just got caught

[good-omens-gallery]

This is exactly what happened, and we have a couple of clues to that end.

When Shadwell initially enters the heist meeting at the Donkey, we learn that Crowley had actually hired Mr. Narker. Shadwell informs Crowley that Mr. Narker has died and given over his business to Shadwell. Two things about this.

First, this plot point and dialogue are completely unnecessary unless it's a clue. My guess is that Mr. Narker experienced a "miraculous blessing" of fortune which detoured him away from Crowley's heist. Aziraphale then sends in his (hu)man Shadwell, with the story that Narker has died.

Which leads to the second point, being that Shadwell's story about Mr. Narker is pretty questionable. If Mr. Narker was dying and had the foresight to bequeath his lock master business to Shadwell, he apparently hadn't told his clients, aka, Crowley? And if Mr. Narker died unexpectedly, well then, there's no bequeathing of anything. It's a flimsy story either way.

Something I noticed on subsequent viewings is that when Crowley leaves the Donkey, Shadwell is already outside, standing and facing the bookshop. Possibly signaling to Aziraphale on the second floor confirming the heist is a go?

No matter what happened in 1941, no matter what transpired between them, Aziraphale has been keeping tabs on Crowley, protecting him from afar. Aziraphale is Crowley's guardian angel in the most literal sense.

And based on what we see at the heist planning, Crowley very much needs one because he is the worst criminal mastermind ever. He goes by his own name, he unquestionably accepted Shadwell into his heist gang on a word, without confirming anything, and my favorite bit, whips out a huge wad of cash in a room full of thieves who outnumber him three to one. Crowley. Darling demon. You may be able to perform miracles, but all it would take is a lucky bullet or knife blade to be discorporated. That eternal optimism can work against him.

One final observation. Given this, Shadwell's been on Aziraphale's payroll since at least the 1960's, and this "church caper" is almost certainly how Shadwell comes to work for Crowley. Which means he's been working for and checking up on both, each for the other, and double-dipping them for cash, for more than fifty years.