No matter how long it’s been since Eden, Aziraphale will always shelter Crowley from the rain.
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This was drawn as part of the @do-it-with-style-events BT Tower Telephone Game! Essentially, a group of artists and writers teamed up to make a chain of fic and art inspired by each other, with one catch: before passing each piece off to the next person in line, a group moderator would obscure part of the work, to make it harder to tell what was going on. Hence, like a game of telephone, the final work may end up quite different than the original prompt!
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 ✨
Baby boy got hims whiskers back too 😭
That is so cute you might just vomit a rainbow.
My heart my heart
As someone who only knows Good Omens through Amazon Prime, Crowley sure did experience a great amount of grief in a certain part of an episode. Not that Aziraphale knows, at least…not fully anyways, as far as I’m aware.
Here is something I just thought up for Christmas eve and I have no idea what do with:
Twas the night before Chrismas and in London, alone An angel spoke into his love’s answerphone The books were all shelved in ineffable order To ward away buyers, embracing disorder
The angel was inviting a demon for tea Embracing his nonbinary homosexuality All fresh in his tartan of beige and of cream Looking like said deamon’s best wet dream “Now, come over Crowley,” he chided with care “Because it is Christmas, and we’re quite the pair. “We thwarted the antichrist, oh, he’ll be here, too “We’ve got puddings and crackers– all we’re missing is you!”
He had a long day.
Watch this to brighten your day
follow up: aziraphale crawling into his nice clean sheets and immediately ruining the effect by eating a crumbly, buttery biscuit in bed. “oh, hell,” he says, giving crowley a forlorn look. “now I’ll be uncomfortable all night.”
crowley gives him a long, considering look, but he leans over and blows the crumbs off aziraphale’s pillowcase, blowing them out of existence. “I hate crumbs in bed,” he declares.
“of course you do.” aziraphale is wiggling again, and smiling a little, shy despite having shared this bed for nearly six years.
“I did that for me,” crowley adds warningly.
aziraphale’s wiggle intensifies until he’s wiggles himself all the way across the mattress and up against crowley’s frame. “oh, of course you did.”
“utterly selfish act,” crowley says, though the effect is ruined somewhat by the way he’s leaning in, letting aziraphale nuzzle at his neck, his cheek.
“it certainly must have been,” aziraphale soothes. his eyes have gone heavy and half-lidded. he looks at crowley’s mouth from mere centimetres away.
“so’s this,” crowley says, and closes the distance.
the kiss tastes like laughter, and a bit like biscuits.
I’m bound to be proposing on a Saturday night (there he goes again) I’ll be lazing on a Sunday Lazing on a Sunday Lazing on a Sunday afternoon Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon by Queen requested by @murdered-by-fandoms Tag: @aardvark-crowley Okay so I was supposed to draw something with “Love me like there’s no tomorrow” but i got too sad so I instead drew a happy domestic one with this song which I’ve loved for a long long time. I’m far too weak for angst, maybe I’ll be able to complete that someday. But anyway, have Crowley fumbling to hide his proposal ring from Aziraphale while he’s planning the proposal for next Saturday (most likely on the Ritz). Redbubble | Ko-fi | BMC
Dean: “He [Graham] got unexpectedly choked up when we wrapped, and he started crying, he came up to me and Aidan and we thought he was joking!
Aidan: “It’s Dwalin, he’s huge!”
Dean: “He’s [Graham] got orc blood all over him and axes and he gave Aidan a hug, then he just [sobbing noises].”