#aziracow

[alma-n]

Ah yes the miserable demon and his emotional support angel

Textured version :

Based on this painting:

[the homecoming, Hans Adolf Bühler, 1936]

[televised-eyes]

if you had a drink every time crowley and aziraphale drank in a fanfiction you’d die of alcohol poisoning

y’all be safe out there

[404profound]

oh no the bentley is a child of divorce now

[xxmartyxo]

Not being able to read fanfiction after that one Good Omens clip dropped is insane

[averywiseanimatedcat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: this is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever written, but it might be my favourite, I’ve been waiting for an excuse to write them doing the nasty in the bentley, and this is that Summary:

This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever written.

I’m not going to try and explain this absolute chaos fire so I’m pasting the prompt I got in my ask box from the amazingly unhinged indigovigilance on tumblr:

“Hello Ben & Jerry's Phish Food

I am coming unhinged in your askbox! I demand a one-off fic of the ineffables still being angry at each other, but fighting back to back against the insurmountable forces of Heaven and Hell, still bickering, and then out of nowhere the Bentley parts the hoards of angels and demons like Moses did the Red Sea, and the idiots get in the car (still bickering) and the Bentley gets them outa there like a bat outa hell, and then the cab keeps shrinking and the seats getting closer together until they are practically on top of each other (STILL. BICKERING.) and then they finally realize that they'd misunderstood each other all along and start making out and then the Bentley tips them into the back seat and makes a beeline for South Downs.”

[alma-n]

Bearded Aziraphale + long hair Crowley doodles lets gooo

[999vlads]

Paixão sem limite omegaverso good omens

História Paixão sem limite omegaverso good omens

- Anjo cheguei! Eu falei entrando no apartamento sem espera por uma resposta do Anjo. Eu não conseguia encrotrá-lo- em lugar nem um, então r

[coal15]

I started writing Ch.6 of All Roads Lead Back this morning. I was going to wait a few days before posting a teaser, but I'm too FUCKING GIDDY about it. So here. May I present to you the beginning of chapter 6 . . . . .

To be erased from the Book of Life. One’s very existence obliterated not only from the future or present, but past as well. This is the threat that holds many a curious Angel captive in silence, all watching their peers hard at work to fulfil whatever role the Almighty has tasked them with. Those thousands upon thousands of Angels seem so full of faith in Heaven’s ultimate goodness, but . . . are they all? Or are there others with questions, even doubts, boiling just beneath a placid surface? The fear of total oblivion holds most in silence, unaware of how many other Angels working alongside them also carry the burden of dangerous questions in secret.

All victims of a silent con. 

A Great Lie masquerading as a Great Plan enjoying the advantage of captive loyalty, thriving and unthreatened by serious challenge. The doomed few who do speak up are easily squashed. Either re-programed in the Corrections Department or never released from its confines.  

So long as Heaven’s ranks remain obedient, whether by true faith or by fear of oblivion, the Metatron’s seat of power as the true voice of God is secure. 

Muriel sits in their quarters enjoying a rare day off. They try to relax but they simply can’t. Not when the righteousness of a Heaven they so adore has been corrupted. They sit at their desk and do what a Scrivener does best. They write. Dangerously. 

A list of questions.

Can the Book of Life really obliterate someone from existence?

If they are erased from existence how would we ever know it happened since we wouldn’t remember them?

Why does God only speak through the Metatron?

Didn’t she used to speak directly to Angels?

Why did she stop?

When Satan was Lucifer the Morningstar, which of his questions caused his fall from grace?

Was it just asking in the first place?

Was the flood really necessary?

Does God make mistakes or have regrets?

Where is the Corrections Department and why are the Angels who work there sequestered from the rest of us? 

Why did God choose Aziraphale to replace Gabriel?

Why has she forgiven Crowley and allowed him to remain in Heaven?

As they write, an idea forms. This list can be used as a weapon, or rather prop, in a bold campaign of espionage. Bold or stupid? They wonder. But then a conversation they had with Crowley several months back comes to mind, as well as several possibly relevant details from all the books they’ve been reading. I am more than one thing, they remind themselves, and I know LOADS of useful stuff!

Resolved to present their strategy to Aziraphal at once, they roll up the list, tuck it in their breast pocket, cover their eyes, and think his name.

“I’VE GOT MY EYES COVERED!” They announce.

“Much appreciated, Muriel,” Aziraphale’s gentle voice assures. “But quite unnecessary this time.” 

Muriel opens their eyes to see Crowley sprawled out on a couch flipping through a book of photography and Aziraphale in a rocking chair working on a project. “You’ve taken up knitting?”

“Yes. Having to constantly lie and manipulate other Angels all the time takes its toll, and I find knitting soothes me.”

Crowley looks over the top of his book at Muriel. “I own twelve scarves and two pairs of mittens now.”

“Oh shut up!” 

“There’s no weather up here!” 

“Well I don’t plan on being up here forever so-”

Muriel clears their throat to break up the couple’s amusing back-and-forth. “I . . . well, um . . .” they fish into their pocket to retrieve the list. “I have an idea. Maybe even, I mean, it might be, possibly . . . a plan.”

*************Go HERE to read the first 5 chapters