no idea about the context for this scene cuz I haven't watched s2 yet but I imagine this is exactly what happened :)
based on this Columbo gem:
I love how this is diametrically opposite to what actually happened in this scene and yet this is actually exactly what happened I saw it with my own eyes
Fandom: Good Omens | Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley | Category: F/F | Rating: T | Chapters 4/4 | Words: 5,991 | Author: scullyphile
photo credit : peganum from Small Dole, England - Back garden, CC BY-SA 2.0
Summary:
Aziraphale came to apply for a nanny position, but by the time she got there it was filled. There was, however, still an opening for a gardener. The only problem? She had a black thumb. After she got the job, Aziraphale learned she'd be sharing a cottage with the nanny, who also happened to know a thing or two about plants. They decided to tend the garden and raise the child together. An arrangement of sorts. The Warlock Dowling years if the ineffables were human women.
Written for the Ineffable Secret Angel and Demon Exchange 2024 for @jesmalestiel
Thank you to my lovely betas and besties: @on1occasionfork & @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon
Goblin Mention: @goodomensafterdark
Tags and excerpt below the cut:
Y'all the way I SCREECHED when I saw that this was posted, right before I absolutely DEVOURED this fic, it is so, so good, thank you so much @brenna this was the best story I could have asked for with the prompts I sent 🥹🥹🥹
Seriously go check it out y'all this is so great 🥹🥹🥹
The second installment of mine and crowleyscardigan's poetry collab! The week 2 prompt was Pyjamas, and we went with acrostics of various sleepwear. ❤️❤️❤️
CW/TW: none
Perhaps it’s a little silly You may find it strange Just how much I find myself Adoring how you look resting My lovely Angel, tucked Away in our soft bed Sleeping in tartan pyjamas
Edit: I forgot to tag @goodomensafterdark I'm sorry, please forgive 🥹🥹🥹
Writers of After Dark Community ( @goodomensafterdark)
Rating: T
CWs for this chapter: canon-typical Shadwell
Summary: Warlock rarely got sick, all illnesses passing him by as though he was wholly immune, but today he felt surprisingly ill. Since his parents are at work and Nanny is on her honeymoon it's up to his Nana Agnes to stay with him. Much more interested in video games than books, he is surprised to find himself enthralled in the book she has decided to read aloud.
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Do you not know? True love is ineffable. Death cannot stop it, only delay it for a while.
A classic tale of true love, ineffability, adventure, and miracles. You might think you know the story, but there is more to this edition of The Princess Bride than meets the eye.
Chapter Nine Excerpt:
“What are our liabilities?”
“There is but one working castle gate, and it is guarded by one hundred brutes.” Nina replied, gently pulling Crowley up so that they could peek over the wall. Frowning, Crowley allowed them to sit her back down behind the wall.
“And our assets?” Crowley asked, now flexing his feet.
“Your brains, Maggie’s strength, and my steel.” Nina replied confidently.
Crowley stared at her in shock before shaking his head. “That’s it? Impossible. If I had a month to plan, maybe I could come up with something. But this…”
Chapter Ten: A Kissing Book is also already out which meeeeeeeeeeans— THIS FIC IS COMPLETE!!
Thank you to everyone who has been along with me on this journey, and many thanks especially to @tinymoondrops @skullfragments @so-so-somebody, and Nate for being my cheerreading squad as I worked on this fic, and special thanks to @so-so-somebody for the AMAZING art of Aziraphale and Crowley as Buttercup and Westley.
“I am talking to you,” Jones snaps. “And I can see you. Get off the square.”
Art for chapter 9 of the freaking AMAZING fic favorite singularity by @cosmicoceanfic. Her Martha Jones entrance lives in my head rent free so here we are :D
I absolutely LOVED this fic, and Martha’s entrance lives rent free in my head as well so getting to see such gorgeous art of it was really 🧑🏾🍳💋 when I saw it linked in the authors notes. 🥰🥰🥰
Happy new year 🥳
Vavoom! 🎆🎇
What better way to start 2025 than with a fabulous kiss? 😚
I hope we will have another wonderful year together, waiting for the finale!
hey don’t cry. aziraphale and crowley are going to live happily and grumpily ever after ok
apology dance continues 🧡
Writers of After Dark Community ( @goodomensafterdark)
Rating: T
CWs for this chapter: canon-typical Shadwell
Summary: Warlock rarely got sick, all illnesses passing him by as though he was wholly immune, but today he felt surprisingly ill. Since his parents are at work and Nanny is on her honeymoon it's up to his Nana Agnes to stay with him. Much more interested in video games than books, he is surprised to find himself enthralled in the book she has decided to read aloud.
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Do you not know? True love is ineffable. Death cannot stop it, only delay it for a while.
A classic tale of true love, ineffability, adventure, and miracles. You might think you know the story, but there is more to this edition of The Princess Bride than meets the eye.
Chapter Eight Excerpt:
"Jesus Nana! What did you read me this thing for?” Warlock all but shouted.
“You know, you’ve been very sick, and you’re taking this story very seriously.” Agnes shook her head. “I think we had better stop now.” She closed the book and began to stand.
Warlock shook his head frantically and reached forward, grabbing the edge of Agnes’ dress and pulling her back towards the chair. “No! I’m okay, I’m okay. Sit down, all right?” Warlock asked, hope at the edge of his voice.
“Okay.” Agnes sighed, sitting down and opening the book again. “All right, now, let’s see. Where were we? Oh yes. In the Pit of Despair.”
Many thanks to @tinymoondrops @skullfragments @so-so-somebody, and Nate for being my cheerreading squad as I worked on this fic, and special thanks to @so-so-somebody for the AMAZING art of Aziraphale and Crowley as Buttercup and Westley.
Somewhere in Bethlehem, a long time ago…
Aziraphale: What on EARTH are you doing?
Crowley: Trust me, angel, these are gonna catch on.
I had planned to do something lush for St Stephen’s Day originally but when my spouse came up with this idea I nearly fell off my treadmill I was laughing so hard. I hope it gives you a chuckle.
Happy New Year, everyone 🍾
My Secret Santa gift for @saglaophonos! A comic for her post-s2 fic you do something to my patience
angels that yearn
Presenting Serpentine, the first entry for mine and crowleyscardigan's pillow fight collab series! This week's prompt is "Cuddles." They were in the mood to write some snaky cuddles, and thus this was born!
TW/CW: none
Serpentine, Your form you call a flaw, A curse. But I never saw it That way. Have you seen your scales Glisten in the sun? Perhaps if I joined you, You’d believe me when I call you Beautiful.
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phrasing of this is taking me out
Harder to crucify a being with eight legs
you can’t just leave this in the tags
I just woke up and I’m already laughing so hard I am struggling to breathe 🤣
A bit late xmas (kinda) picture... One of my Roman Empires - the Great Christmas Truce of 1914. Of course I couldn't help but imagine the azicrowley in this setting
Their first (and only, as they are sure for many years) meeting, the memory of which they will cherish for ages.
(Please please forgive me historians and all history fans. I diligently studied all the material, and then neglected it for the sake of artistic expression 😭)
