#headcanon oclock

[kedreeva]

We know from the book that Zira gets manicures regularly, bless his pampered heart, and it seems like we've all collectively agreed that Crowley paints his nails black. Now that they don't have to be so cautious about who sees them out and about, they go out and get manicures together because they're precious.

GOOD. That’s exactly how it should be. Now, I’m FAIRLY certain we never see or read about Aziraphale having painted nails, just well-manicured ones, so PLEASE imagine the first time Crowley coaxes him into having them painted in some kind of soft color- shimmery pale pink or pale blue or (perhaps there’s a little magic involved, but the human sort) tartan to match his bowtie.

[kedreeva]

HC that neither Crowley nor Aziraphale is actually any good at creating things. They can*inspire*, but creation isn't really in their remit. Over the years they've both tried to pick up new hobbies -- Aziraphale tried to learn the piano, Crowley tried pottery and so on -- but they're just never any good at it. That is, until they quit heaven and hell for each other, and become just a little bit more human. They're still not *good* at things, but when Crowley tries to cook for Az, it's not awful

we don’t give things like “cooking” enough credit as a type of creation, but damn, you’re right.

[kedreeva]

Crowley has definitely convinced Hell that Pride Month- and parades, and celebrations, etc- are giant parties about a deadly sin, "courtesy of yours truly." Every time there's word of a bigger, better, louder, prouder celebration (or even a tiny one someplace where there hasn't been before) he gets a commendation for his work, and he's just up here draped in rainbows, living his best life.

oh i do hope so

[kedreeva]

ok listen (please): after the Apocadidn't, God talks to Crowley and Aziraphale. And it's way too casual about it, just commenting and chatting with them from time to time; something that really freaks them out at first. The first time it happened was because they were talking about something and one of them said "oh God"... and She answered.

Now accepting headcanons in reblogs/replies for HOW/WHEN one of them says “oh God” (and no taking the easy road, keep it CLEAN)

[kedreeva]

HC o’clock- angels and demons have tattoos/birthmarks in the shape of their wings on their backs when they’re not using them

*smashes mug* ANOTHER this is the good shit

[kedreeva]

Anathema and Crowley have tea together every now and then. It quickly deteriorates into drunken ranting about their respective partners and the various occult aspects of everyday life (Anathema once offhandedly mentioned a Florida Man story and Crowley admitted to being responsible for Florida as a whole)

i 100% believe that anthony J. Crowley is responsible for the entirety of Florida.

[kedreeva]

Headcanon o'clock: Crowley and Aziraphale regularly get in fights with historians to the point where they're famous in some circles as very persistent trolls, who will insist they are correct despite a complete lack of evidence. It is especially infuriating for the historians when evidence turns up completely independent of them that suggest they are correct

bonus: no one ever ever talks about the fact that they’ve been Doing This and have been Like That for the last two full centuries, but there are secret documents passed on through wills that speak about what things the two have said, and to keep a weather eye out for evidence, and they’re almost like prophecies, except they go backward in time, and Aziraphale doesn’t know about them.

[kedreeva]

Headcanon: There's a small group of humans in Soho who have figured out Something Is Up with Mr. Fell at the bookshop and Mr. Crowley who drives a Bentley, and gossip about them constantly. Ever since The Good Place started airing, this group of humans fights viciously over which one of the two of them is the demon and which is the angel.

They get it wrong because someone goes into the bookshop and tries to buy a book and Aziraphale gets so testy about it they have to leave without making a purchase. The group meets tuesday nights at a local pub, and Crowley’s been keeping an eye on them since the first time he overheard the conversation from a corner where he was very busy Not Being Seen, and does his level best to smile charmingly at any of the group he sees out, just to throw them off.