how I feel getting a flashlight save vs how the killer sees me doing it :*)
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Singapore

seen from United States
how I feel getting a flashlight save vs how the killer sees me doing it :*)
Crowley had not looked Aziraphale in the eye since they had sat down. The world is doomed again, and the burning moment of the last time they spoke still lingers on both their lips. Neither of them speak.
Finally, Crowley, both defeated once again by the gravity of his heart and angry at his angel, runs a hand through his hair and sighs.
"1941," he hisses. Aziraphale's insides crumple like paper at the sound of his voice. Crowley continues.
"God, I love him," he quotes. Aziraphale shatters.
The angel jumps up from his seat as if he were on fire (he is). He's sweating and shaking suddenly, throat closing but not quickly enough.
"You read my diary?" Aziraphale feels the ground tilt and the Earth fall off its axis. That wasn't a part of the Plan. Crowley's profile was unreadable.
The demon stands slowly. His limbs drip towards the stilted ground and he breathes. He can't stop himself.
"I lo–" Crowley starts again. He is cut off.
"I–!"
He looks at him. Now it is Aziraphale who won't meet his gaze. It is taking quite literally everything to keep Crowley planted where he is. The sight of Aziraphale's tears always destroys him completely.
As always, the angel wrings his hands. His face is red, his rosy cheeks shiny. Crowley only catches glimpses of the galaxies in his eyes as he looks this way and that.
The angel steels himself. And then that's it. He almost chuckles at the timing of it, but he's so, so...relieved. Exhilarated. Happy.
"I love him, most ineffably," Aziraphale recites. They lock eyes.
Time wraps around itself. It's wimey like that. And suddenly Crowley is back in Eden, surrounded by peace and perfection and life. And for the first time in the history of the world, the Sun rises. And Crowley looks East.
Of course, atop the Wall, a figure. Slowly awash with molten gold from a star–his stars, his star–the figure stands nervous but sure, calm but curious, beautiful and divine. Aziraphale turns away from the horizon towards the garden. And Crowley falls.
He falls into Aziraphale's arms only to squeeze and pull and lift the angel as close as divinely possible. The warmth and strength of the soft arms that desperately grip him back seep into his bones.
Aziraphale presses his face hard into Crowley's neck, daring anyone at all to separate them ever again. He's sobbing audibly now, as Crowley continues his whispers of, "I love you, I love you, I love you," right into his ear. Aziraphale decides two arms are not enough, so he pulls his wings out of space and wraps them around their shoulders, too. He feels rather than sees inky black wings shelter around their waists.
"Please, do it again," the angel pulls back just enough to look his demon in the eye once more. Oh, Someone, they're both a mess. "Kiss me, again. Please, Crowley. My love. How I love you, so."
Crowley does.
hello favourite and talented artist who is somehow also my mutual ,do you take drawing requests if not then i want to inform you
AZIRAPHALE IN HIS FLAMING DRESS IS CANON IN THE GOOD OMENS COMIC VERSE!!!
How adorable is he?? 🤍✨my word
For you, my dear @genderlessjacky
Brain Rot of the Highest Degree for my PERFECT ANGEL THATS GOING TO SNOG HIS HUSBAND NEXT TIME HE SEES HIM
can’t believe I’m being patriotic in the year of our lord 2022
okay but what about our hunk of the hour?? Allocer??
NOW youre asking the real questions :)))
Allocer (he/they) is a bit of a mystery, even to Abaddon. They are a kind-hearted, thoughtful demon archduke that prefers to say as few words as possible when he's forced to speak. He seems to enjoy being large and intimidating, almost as if they use their stature to compensate for their shy personality.
Almost as if he plays the "bad guy" so others don't have to.
Like I said in this post, he is best described as a Grandpa. He loves Abaddon like they're his son. They were also the first demon to use the idea of immortality to tempt humans on Earth.
When Allocer is called to Heaven to report on the happenings in Hell (as an Archduke) he makes a point to openly flirt with Supreme Archangel Aziraphale. He has this grand scheme that if word gets back to Crowley that another demon is trying to take his angel, it will help the two of them get back together (Allocer thinks Aziracrow is an adorable couple). <3
Original Post Here
Fun Facts:
Allocer's character design is based off a raccoon. His raccoon companion's name is Kevin.
Allocer has yet to beat Abaddon in Mario Kart. His favorite character is Wario.
He is the biggest romantic and WILL meddle in your love life.
I saw your OC post and AAAHH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE GAZARDIEL!!! I love his ‘Do you love the color of the sky’-esque hair! (Also, I noticed his clothes were kinda trans color-coded, was that on purpose?)
HELLO !! :))))) His hair was my favorite part to color! His outfit colors were just pulled from the sunrise palette I made, but I'm sure if you asked him he would say "Heaven yes Trans Pride 🫡" and flick his ponytail over over his shoulder✨️
Thank you for the ask I cry :*))))))))))
Maybe if we cover women’s bodies and rights with pads and tampons men won’t touch them anymore