#strudelcreep

[sweathands]

So I wanted to do a style study of some of my favorite Good Omens artists. I love love love these guys a ton. (and others but I was less sure about mimicking their styles) I don't know how much I nailed all of these but I gave it a shot because I really really admire these guys.

@gingerhaole @vulcansketch @alicerovai @speremint @pinkpiggy93 @strudelcreep @whiteleyfoster @narcoslug

The last one is my own style. Much love!

[valeriianz]

I saw this fanart by @strudelcreep and had the ridiculous idea of Crowley and Aziraphale just being Adam’s shoulder guides (so to speak). Like…

Instead of Heaven and Hell sending angels demons to earth, they get assigned a human to guide and develop (kinda like fairy god parents! but not really).

And they’re not a constant presence, just around when a particularly moral situation calls for them. Sometimes the human’s decision will turn out good or bad, depending on who gets to their post first. 

Crowley and Aziraphale meet on Adam Young’s shoulders when he is old enough to make decisions for himself, and that’s the only time they see each other. Crowley laughed when Aziraphale let Adam rifle through his mother’s purse for money, thinking he was a dumb angel to let the kid get away with something he would convince the boy to do… until his mother caught him and gave him a stern talking to, ensuring Adam would never do it again without permission.

“Now he’s learned a valuable lesson,” Aziraphale would explain with his hands clasped in front of him, head high and giving a bit of an involuntary wiggle. 

Crowley just stared, one leg out, treading on the edge of Adam’s shoulder to get a full view of the angel. Aziraphale had taken a peek over at him and deftly looked away, patting down his robes and vanishing after being unable to take the demon looking at him any longer.

That’s how Aziraphale worked, he led Adam into good or teachable moments, and Crowley found that so admirable (especially considering he had developed quite a liking to his assigned human, he and Adam would stay up late, discussing the dark and depressing times of the world and how to chase the chickens in the backyard to see how high their useless feathers got them in the air). Crowley only heard of shoulder angels commanding good deeds and forcing “right” answers to lingering thoughts their respective child had, rather than letting them choose for themselves or at most, giving a gentle nudge.

“You know, you’re not very commanding.” Crowley tried speaking to the angel, Aziraphale, again. He liked hearing him talk, however brief their exchanges were, and always had an itch to keep their conversations going, get just a little bit more out of Aziraphale, before he up and vanished.

Aziraphale snuck a sideways glance over at Crowley, brows knit together.

“What do you mean?”

And Crowley explained to him how he heard from Beelzebub that his partner Gabriel was the worst know-it-all, or from Hastur that Uriel barely even spoke to their child, only waving their hand with a bored look and vanishing without ever speaking to the smelly demon across the way.

“Yes, well…” Aziraphale tugged at his waste coat, he had recently started copying human dress code, as Crowley had, who enjoyed how it all tailored accurately over his human form and showed little to the imagination. Though the angel preferred jackets and waistcoats and slacks that hid his figure a bit more casually.

“No one ever learns from force. Otherwise they turn into… oh, whats the monsters that humans came up with… with the goopy faces and green skin?”

Crowley raised his eyebrows so high they nearly touched his hairline.

“Er, zombies?” He guessed.

“Ah! Quite right. They’re turn into zombies. Or, you know, something of that nature. Following orders blindly without a care of the bigger picture.”

“Mm…” Crowley hummed, hands slipping in his jeans pockets. Gazing over at Aziraphale with unique fondness until the angel started to squirm, though Crowley doubted it was from awkwardness or feeling uncomfortable. He’d certainly tell Crowley otherwise, as he had so boldly in the past.

As Adam grew from a child to a teen, the angel and demon found their time together… enjoyable. They lingered on Adams shoulders, careful not to let the young boy know of their constant conversations, or worse yet, needing their help and finding one or the other on the wrong shoulder.

Aziraphale liked Crowley, which took a long time to admit to himself. He liked how sweet and nice the demon was (although after that admission, Crowley had Aziraphale nearly nose-to-nose, fists in his lapels, insisting with a hiss that he was not nice). He liked how his golden, serpentine eyes shifted and changed depending on Adam’s mood. He liked how Crowley never really forced the boy down a path of evil or unrighteousness… just little schemes and tomfoolery that never hurt anyone.

So honestly, really, it wasn’t too much of a shock when this feeling of respect and admiration turned into something more… and to Aziraphale’s delight, Crowley felt the same.

[chaostheoryy]

Me: Hahaha, we should have matching McLennon icons.

@strudelcreep: I’m gonna draw us some.

Me, not expecting such kindness to be real: Please do.

Strudel: *actually draws some matching icons*

Me:

[badgerhuan]

yo this is random but an au where ethan is the fbi that watches over benji thru his internet activities (like in those fbi is watching meme) KSBSJDJFK

AGJDHS okay so let’s assume that this world everyone Has to be assigned an fbi agent/team but listen Benji is still a technician, yes? and even a skilled programmer and hacker, and so he’s very Aware of the government spying on people thing so he has protocols and firewalls in place to prevent just that. no one else in the fbi has been able to break through his programs. he’s become quite the legend in the bureau. now, enter Ethan, who could never say no to a challenge, with the help of Luther he decides to tackle this impossible case that no one else would take.

and thus begins a long series of cyber hide and seek that puts both of their skills to their limits. Ethan would breakthrough the firewalls but seconds later Benji would put up new ones. and eventually they even find a way to communicate, and at first it’s just taunting or gloating as one of them takes the win of the week but soon it turns into flirting and, oops, actual heartfelt messages of concern.

[smallcece]

so i’ve been in this fandom for the grand total of 72 hours and saw this art of @strudelcreep and i couldn’t help but to write awkward teenagers spideypool cause the concept sounds so fun to me.

“So, what’s your superpower?”

“My amazing good looks, obviously.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right, well I doubt that helps you fight against villains considering you have your mask on.”

“Don’t sweat the small stuff, Spidey.”

“Come on, you know what mine are,” Peter tried very hard not to sound like he was sulking. Even if he was. “It’s only fair I know what yours is,” Deadpool tilted his head, probably with a retort already on the tip of his tongue so Peter rushed: “Plus, if we are gonna team up more often I need to know so I can count with-- whatever you do.”

That gave him pause and finally Deadpool shrugged. “It’s accelerated healing, or I guess you could say I regenerate.”

Peter blinked. “Really?”

Deadpool sat taller, seeming to preen under the wonder on Peter’s voice. “Yep, I’m Vin Diesel incarnate, his secret love child destined to take on the rest of the Die Hard franchise.”

He snorted at that. “Of course you are--, wait, to what extent can you regenerate?”

Deadpool wiggled his eyebrows.

“Wanna see?”

“Is it gonna get gory? You know, I’d rather if it doesn't turn out gory,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Or is it a Doctor Who kinda thing?”

“Oh! That would have been awesome! All the witty one-liners I could say before becoming someone else! Oh, man-- but no, it’s kinda gory I guess, like if you chop up my arm a new one grows back.”

Peter felt a shiver run down his spine. “Oh.”

“Yep, something out of your nightmares.”

“Battle Royale kind of gore?”

“No, more like a Yoshihiro Nishimura’s movie.”

Peter shuddered. “Ouch, Tokyo Gore Police?”

But Deadpool seemed to brighten at that. “Exactly! I love the character designs of that movie, they’re like eldritch beings but you know, more stabby.”

Peter eyed Deadpool’s back: “Well, now the katanas make sense.”

He chuckled. “Dude, but real, I’d never met a Nishimura fan before.”

“Well, I don’t know if I’m a fan but I respect his work, particularly with makeup, like it looks so real and disturbing.”

“I know, right? Man, the work he did in Samurai Princess still makes me kinda queasy.”

“Wait, he worked on that movie? I had no idea.”

“We should a have a marathon one day, you know? I’ll show you a whole new world.”

Peter was pretty sure that Deadpool was wiggling his eyebrows under his mask but he couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, it sounds great.”

[ghostpajamas]

@strudelcreep I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR 2 YEARS. HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, MY DARLING BRO 🥺🥺🥺💝💝💝‼️ please accept this offering of mr. jaskier 😳 thank you for getting me into the witcher

I'm sorry I don't keep in touch very well aksjjssj...our interests intersect once every blue moon and augh, the time zone difference but! you remain one of my dearest friends I've made on this site and i regard you fondly everytime i think of you. ilysm bro 😭💗💓💕💞💖

[ghostpajamas]

akwjrifjf i missed ur birthday darn it :'0!!!!

happy (late) birthday @strudelcreep ! its been an absolute joy knowing you for over a year now!

[chaostheoryy]

Wow. Look at this photo I found of @strudelcreep and I.