Pardon, but your tie is not symmetrical.

they’re married

Good Omens and the perfect cast <3

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Art by 石粉

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This pose is from the ballet Romeo & Juliet. I thought it was just breathtakingly romantic. I think this is one of the best things I've done this year, I'm very happy with it.

1920s Flapper Crowley and Aziraphale 

Trying not to remember by not sobering up.

My Sargentesque Ineffables. I’m so delighted to see all of them together finally!

Angel Food Cake & Devil's Food Cake 🍰

Day 2 of #gocostumefest inspired by prompt fill for @kerkusa’s October 2021 art prompts! The lack of armholes is a reference to my Halloween comic from last year.

the exclusivity period is finally up, so here's my contribution to the @oursidezine Love Wins edition!

a calm and cozy evening in the South Downs cottage they picked out together 💕

dancing

+1 horrible thing Aziraphale has said This is just a stupid little idea I drew while waiting for paint to dry (and there's nothing really explicit in it but i'm sorry)

it’s snowing, aziraphale said, muffled into the curve of crowley’s neck. 

crowley never could figure out how aziraphale knew these things, with their bedroom curtains drawn shut, the early grey dawn only barely beginning to sneak in around the edges, but aziraphale always knew. 

is it a good snow, crowley asked, petting his fingers over the short hairs at the back of aziraphale’s neck. aziraphale snuffled closer, melting under his hand, or a stay snuggled up in bed for a few more hours snow?

a good snow might mean a trek to the village to take in the powdery fluff, or else a drive in the bentley around the downs to see everything covered in that confetti. it was not crowley’s favourite: he was more the burrowing in and staying warm type. he tried not to sound too hopeful at the thought of staying right here in bed. 

aziraphale thought for a moment, his fingers trailing along the soft curve of crowley’s waist. then he smiled: a tilt of mouth and contentedness crowley could feel on his skin. it’s a cocoa snow.

soft, ridiculous, indulgent angel. crowley knows that’s for his benefit, and not aziraphale’s: a day planned in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in blankets and hot cocoa, with books read aloud or the telly turned on with the volume low. it’s the sort of day that says stop, wait, stay, the sort of day that revels in being close, with kisses that taste like chocolate and the tease of whipped cream bopped onto each other’s noses, closing up the distances between the way they used to be and the way they are now.

it’s the sort of day that reminds them both: they are here, and they are free, and they are loved. 

a cocoa snow, crowley repeats slowly. he wiggles himself down the bed so he’s eye to eye with aziraphale, rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed in the warmth, and he kisses first his forehead and then his mouth, slow and sweet because no one’s looking anyway. i think we can manage that. 

accept this silly self indulgent book aziraphale and crowley kiss comic

There's a German song which imcludes the line "Irgendwo steht doch geschrieben: du sollst deine Feinde lieben, sie umarmen und verführ'n" (isn't it written somewhere: you should love your enemies, embrace them and seduce them) and if that isn't fitting 😉

some holiday request sketchies from over on instagram! 💕

them fatale known as Mx A J Crowley

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nonbinary noir - based on this text post

Ok so, we've already talked about Aziraphale's true form, and we're all fond of snake!Crowley as well, right?

But now, let me introduce THIS Crawly Crowley:

I'm particularly interested in this intermediate form and I think we should talk about it more.

I mean, imagine Crowley waking up from a very stressful nightmare and going to the kitchen to drink something and calm down, but he can't go full-human because of the stress. Like, imagine this terrible demonic creature pouring themselves a glass of milk in the middle of the night.

And imagine Aziraphale being woken up by this Crowley requesting cuddles after a bad dream. And Aziraphale would obviously not be scared at all: every time Crowley looks like that, it reminds him of the first time he met the demon, and that puts a smile on his face.

Neil said that Crowley's eyes get more snake-like when he's overwhelmed by emotions. My hc is that he transforms every time he's in emotional distress, but proportionally to the level of said stress, instead of just going full-snek every time some minor inconvenience happens.

Like, imagine him getting embarrassed and snake scales start to randomly appear on his body.

And now I need someone to draw this

"A nightmare again, dear?"

"Yes,... I'm sorry." (;_;)

"It's okay. C'mere"

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I hope this is kinda what you imagined :)

it's such a good hc, i love the fluff ✨

I have had Thoughts about Crowley having occasional physical dysphoria wrt species. Usually strikes when he’s stressed or tired or distracted. It doesn’t usually go to the point of physical transformation, even under heavy stress (otherwise he’d have been covered in scales for half of the TV series, lol), but he gets a sense of wanting to be one shape while he’s in another.

But when he’s tired, REALLY tired, like half asleep? Halfway between waking and dreaming, when 6,000 years of earthly existence and vague memories of Before flow together and bleed into one another, and physical shape seems as fluid as thought? Let’s just say his corporation gets confused.

And Aziraphale’s heart fucking cracks open as a scaly Crowley crawls into his lap and slurs at him with a forked tongue that isn’t suited to forming words at all. It’s just like the beginning, except now he can hold him, and tell him how pretty he is. And so he does.

some selections from the current comic!

sappho on the beach ☀️🏝💕