#human crowley

[iminlovewithmybentley]

‼️GO3 spoilers‼️‼️

The way they watch each other disappear from existence with the biggest smiles on their faces. They knew they were loved and that's all they ever wanted.

I'm still sobbing almost three days later.

[heohl-art]

OH LORD✨ I feel SO PROUD of this one😭🎾🩷

• Match Point With You •

Yesterday I've been looking EVERYWHERE for everything related to tennis but I couldn't find not even a fic on them about tennis (if you did, PLEASE send it to me), because I'm seriously thinking about writing something myself😭🎾

Btw, I'm so so SO satisfied with the details (the reflection of the net on their thighs and knees and on the field)🥹💖

I'm so in need of sleeping all night after this omg

[ato-dato]

There he is. Our favorite boy.

[killyscharactercollective]

The image of his chest as a cleaved open pomegranate that dripped scarlet returned and wouldn't leave his mind as the priest inspected Crowley with an unhurried regard that was insatiable in its consistent, concentrated attention. And Crowley wanted to beg, he wanted to plead for Aziraphale to take each tiny bit of himself. He watched, wary as the priest picked up morsels of his heart, but he didn’t toss any of them to the side in irritation, he didn’t throw any away as if they were disappointments. Instead, Aziraphale looked at them in awe, he looked at Crowley with little secret smiles and reverent eyes.

Vine Slips - @depraveddame (mind the tags)

This one took me longer than expected, but I went probably too perfectionist on the pomegranate for my own good, oops. I'm still fairly pleased with how it came out though <3

I knew as soon as I read what I call "The Pomegranate Paragraph" I was going to be locked IN on this fic, and it was so worth it lemme tell ya. I knew I wanted to do this piece before I did my bird cage one, but I also wanted to make sure I could do it some sort of semblance of justice :,)

I may revisit this one day when I gain more confidence, or if I ever get ballsy enough to try another hand at a pomegranate.

[scrptrntvoid]

Aziraphale + Crowley 👼😈❤️‍🔥 - "You're My Best Friend" (Queen)

[ Good Omens seasons 1, 2 & 3 ]

[lungbarrowoakdownobsessedbitch]

Crowley being able to see his stars again but not remembering that he created them is just cruel

(not really to him considering.. well considering he can’t remember, but this is very cruel to me I’m sobbing)

[arsdivisus]

Just your daily reminder that Crowley was wearing a businessman as a vessel and that is technically not his real appearance despite us growing to love it. He’s already lived his story by the time we see him on screen. He lived a whole human lifetime before his intro to the show.

Crowley is / was an attractive ginger man born in Canisbay, Scotland as Fergus Roderick Macleod, where he worked as a drunken tailor for most of his miserable life before making a crossroads deal with a demon for an extra 3 inches below the belt - so that he’d be in the “double digits” he claimed.

I still want to someday see curly, ginger-haired Crowley in all of his glorious, gangly-limbed sarcasm and wasted potential doing stupid tailor things while he drinks his life away and curses the circumstances and his mother and his son, as he makes a dumb deal with the devil because ‘why not?’ Probably wasn’t sober, probably didn’t think it was real anyways, but those extra 3 inches gave him new perspective.

I want to see him using witchcraft to bring misfortune on the townspeople who shunned him his entire life, I want to see him be petty, watching their little world burn with a bottle of booze in his hand.

I want to see Crowley as Fergus - as the wild child of the witch that grew to despise the world for his lot in it; he was nearly sold for three pigs, he was taught how to make people choke on their own intestines with a hex bag before the age of 8 years old, he learned how to juggle, he made a deal with a demon for 3 inches, he died bloody in a ditch at the age of 63 after living an unfulfilled life.

But there’s so much story to be told there, and I think we all deserved to see even just an episode depicting some of his human life - the events that made him who he was throughout the show. I think we deserved that beautiful character arc as he went from being a hurting human boy to a hateful, lousy man, to the King of the Crossroads, to the King of Hell itself, to working with an Angel, then back to a pathetic almost-human, to saving the Winchesters as a final act- it truly is a perfect circle of a character arc.

Oh Crowley, Fergus Roderick Macleod, tell us what it was like to lose your humanity and live as a devil, only to lose your kingdom and die for humanity? Did it feel like fate? A metamorphosis, just as all of nature returns to the soil it sprung from? Or did you curse it still, knowing that you ended up back in the same place you started?

[kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon]

A Group of the Lot of Us, now COMPLETE

Rated Explicit 

✨It's all complete! Come read it!✨

So many thanks to the fabulous @brenna and @a-sexy-raccoon for being such excellent beta readers! You made this so much better 🥰 Also many thanks to @ajconstantine for wrangling the Otherworldly Affairs collab, and to the phenomenal @feiridian for hosting the MOFU GTA where this all began. And thanks to everyone who has been reading and commenting, you've been so kind and you've made my day every week. I hope you like this ❤️❤️❤️

Chapter 21: Epilogue: Get a Wiggle On

CW/tags: 

Dragon Aziraphale, Human Crowley, Alternate Universe - Space, Alien Planet, Alien/Human Relationships, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Guardian Angel Aziraphale, Crash Landing, Alien Sex, Ocean, Space Explorers, Space salvage, Psychic Abilities, Monsterfucking, Happy Ending

Summary and Excerpt:

“I have to say,” Crowley says, “aloud, with my voice that can be heard, that Governor Ronnix and his little team are fucking arseholes.”

His voice that can be heard echoes around the Duke’s smaller cargo bay.

“Do you really, my dear?” Aziraphale already sounds amused. “Have to say it aloud?”

“Trust me,” Crowley flops onto the makeshift bunk he’s set up next to Aziraphale’s nest in the largest nook of the bay. He doesn’t really use it all that much, but it’s good for a dramatic flump. “We really, really do. Just for posterity, for the rest of the aurally listening universe. Fucking. Arseholes.”

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