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omens-for-ophelia · 12 days
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"To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough." - Walt Whitman, I Sing The Body Electric
nsft/uncensored version is on AO3 here!
I've been working on some life-drawing studies to try and improve anatomy, weight and movement in my art, and I liked how this one turned out - but let's all suppose that it's Crowley who has been taking life-drawing classes and of course, Aziraphale so very kindly agreed to model for him...
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 2 months
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Aziraphale's face when watching Maggie and Nina dancing 😊❤
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takeme-totheworld · 3 months
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Soft Aziraphale is honestly so important to me. I get why people are into strong Aziraphale and just-enough-of-a-bastard Aziraphale and I’m not trying to deny those aspects of his character but soft Aziraphale is so important to me because that’s the part of him that made me realize that this was a religiously indoctrinated character I could actually relate to, a character I’d been hungry for my whole life.
The first sign of his softness is when he admits to giving the flaming sword away to the humans. It’s right there at the beginning of the story. My heart almost burst with recognition the first time I watched that scene, because not even thirty seconds earlier he had been reciting a bunch of silly pompous nonsense about God’s ineffable plan, which he probably believed—or at least was working very hard to convince himself that he believed—but when push came to shove he couldn’t bring himself to watch the humans endure such a harsh punishment from God without doing what he could to mitigate it. He believes, he earnestly wants to please God and Heaven and to Do The Right Thing, but he’s disturbed when Heaven does something cruel in a way a lot of the other angels don’t seem to be. Whether he’s more bothered by it or just worse at compartmentalizing it, the effect is the same. He’s softer than the other angels because he just doesn’t have it in him to remain detached and unmoved by cruelty and suffering. He’s soft.
I was that believer. Just trying to please God and please the church and do good, saying all the things I was supposed to say (and as I’ve said before, no doubt being an insufferable little shit about it at times) and earnestly working to convince myself that I believed them without reservation. But I was soft and I knew it deep down. I could never truly bring myself to believe, for instance, that it was right for a just and loving God to send unbelievers away to be tortured forever after death. I knew all the rationalizations for why God would do it and why it was fair and correct, actually. I knew that the evangelical church had nothing but scorn for more progressive “bleeding heart” Christians who were supposedly perverting the word of God into something softer and easier to accept, something feel-good that would create lazy self-satisfied Christians instead of zealous soldiers for God. I knew all that, but in my heart I was soft and gentle and I didn’t believe that non-Christians or people doing Christianity “wrong” should suffer.
The final straw that pushed me out the door of my childhood religion was the crisis of faith and community that realizing I was queer brought on me. But sometimes I think that my softness was already leading me in that direction, and that even if I hadn’t been queer, I would have eventually left anyway. Because no matter what cliches I recited or what doctrines I rattled off in response to people trying to argue me out of my faith, no matter what I consciously believed to be The Truth, something much deeper inside me couldn’t have borne the harshness and cruelty at the heart of the evangelical religion forever. I think my softness would have saved me in the end if my queerness hadn’t.
So yes, enjoy strong Aziraphale and bastard Aziraphale but let’s not erase soft Aziraphale because he matters so much.
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fawnim · 4 days
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t-they're my sillies OTL
drew something from a silly conversation that happened in front of my eyes in vc 😂😂 pls give love to @yicketydah & @supernova-109 for basically prompting my domestic aziracrow brainrot into overdrive ✊😔😔😔
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alfiejames · 4 months
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Just had a random theory pop into my head as I scared my sister while she was coming out of the bathroom.
Crowley and Aziraphale as parents. If their child misbehaves I know for a fact that neither would shout at the child. In my head, Crowley would take the batteries out of the tv remote and and put on a channel on the tv that he likes to watch but the kid hates and make the kid watch it with him. Aziraphale would scold Crowley slightly after but would also find it hard to not laugh.
Aziraphale on the other hand I believe would use gentle parenting but if that didn’t work (which would only ever happen on one occasion) I believe Aziraphale would raise his voice. No one would be happy with Azirapahale raising his voice so no one would ever do anything to truly upset Aziraphale. I mean we saw him in season 2 in the bookshop when the Demons attacked. I think the only person who would want Aziraphale to act like that around them would be Crowley but for different reasons
EDIT: as per @reloha comment about Crowley shouting at his plants, I’ve extended the theory. I have written it out in the comments but thought it may be easier to read on the original post.
Since Aziraphale and Crowley post the second coming when they’re all happy and heaven and hell are no longer a threat is where this whole theory takes place in my brain. Pre children. Crowley will still shout and scold his plants. He’s then gone off into a different room and Aziraphale comes into his plants room and apologises on Crowley’s behalf for shouting because Crowley was stressed about something. Aziraphale reasoned with the plants and got them to stop violently shaking. Aziraphale explained that this is how Crowley is. Crowley was secretly hiding behind the door and heard this exchange. This changed something in his heart when he saw the plants immediately stop shaking and grow immensely and stop having leaf spots whenever aziraphale was around them. Crowley then tried speaking with his plants nicely and realised that him speaking nicely to his plants caused them to bloom instantly and more than ever and even produce flowers. Even on plants that aren’t known for flowers. From that moment on. He didn’t scold his plants. He spoke to them with a calm tone. And if the plants happened to have a leaf spot. He would just move the plant to a different spot in the house to be on its own for a day or so as a mild inconvenience
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Here is yet another AO3 fic! Aziraphale worries that he's soft, and Crowley reassures him.
Enjoy! 💗
Soft
"Crowley?"
Rain lashed at the windows of Aziraphale's antique bookshop. Crowley, who had been lying down on one of the old sofas across from Aziraphale's chair and secretly watching two raindrops "race" each other, turned away to meet Aziraphale's gaze. It made Aziraphale's corporation act a little funny; his breathing and heartbeat especially. Fleetingly, he wondered if something was wrong with it, before returning his attention to the demon sat opposite.
"Yeah?"
Aziraphale swallowed, fidgeting in his seat. "Do you think that I'm soft?"
Crowley frowned. "Obviously." He searched his face. "You say that like it's a bad thing, angel."
A sigh. "Well," Aziraphale said. "I rather suppose that it is."
Crowley's hand clutched into a fist. He sat up properly, his pupils larger than usual. "Who the Heaven told you that, angel?" he thundered. Aziraphale looked down, fiddling with a button on his coat. "Angel?" he prompted.
"Yes?"
"Who. Was. It?"
Aziraphale looked up at him from where he was sat. "It was Gabriel."
Crowley just stared at him for a second. Aziraphale felt his cheeks heating up. "It was who?"
"It was Gabriel!" Aziraphale admitted, raising his voice.
Crowley growled. "Should have known. When I get my hands on him, I'm gonna-"
"Please don't," Aziraphale said, his voice quiet. He sounded tired, Crowley realised. "He's not worth it."
Crowley raised an eyebrow at him. "You're not just doing this to protect him?"
"Well, I'm a protector, aren't I?" Aziraphale pointed out, with a smile. "But no."
"Good," Crowley responded. "Are you okay, Aziraphale?"
"Oh yes! Simply tickety boo."
Crowley rolled his eyes. "You don't sound okay to me," he said.
Aziraphale offered him a brittle smile. "I will be." His hands were shaking.
Crowley's eyes filled with concern. "Come here," he beckoned gently, standing up. He held his arms out. Aziraphale practically flew into his arms. A matter of seconds later, his shoulders began to shake with sobs.
"I'm sorry," he whispered through the tears.
"Don't be ridiculous. Don't have anything to be sorry for," he replied. Crowley ran a hand through Aziraphale's hair. "Soft inside and out. Soft hair. Soft body. Soft personality."
Aziraphale's sobs grew more frantic. "I know! I'm such a weak angel!"
Crowley pulled him in closer. "Nope. Protectors are warriors. You're strong, Aziraphale. You could be really bloody tough, if you chose to be. But you're not. You choose to be soft, and I love that about you. I love how soft you are."
Aziraphale felt his breath catch in his throat. "You really mean that?"
"Of course," Crowley said. They broke the hug off. Crowley took his thumb and wiped Aziraphale's tears away. His eyes looked even more beautiful than usual, somehow. They hadn't thought it possible.
"Thank you, dear. I didn't realise I could be both soft and strong."
"Well, you can," Crowley shrugged, opting to ignore the fact that the angel had just thanked him for something. "Now, what do you say to some hot chocolate and a relaxed afternoon? You sit down and read, I'll sort it out."
This time, Aziraphale's smile was soft. Wonderfully soft.
"There is nothing I would love more."
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wrengrif · 3 months
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Body Positive Season 3
I was thinking about how awful it must be in Heaven for Aziraphale - no books, no music except Sound of Music (yikes!), and no scrummy food.
Then I was like - 'OH GOD, what if they try to force Michael Sheen into some diet to show how much Heaven has been starving Aziraphale?'
And then I remembered who we're dealing with, and was comforted, because what will probably happen is a scene where Sandalphon is being snide and Uriel is backing him up. Michael is just rolling her eyes in the background.
Sandalphon says something along the lines of, "Suppose now that we've gotten you away from the gross matter cakes and biscuits, you'll finally get into fighting shape."
Uriel smirks, "Yeah, still Soft, Aziraphale."
And instead of holding his stomach, Aziraphale will turn and Arch An Eyebrow at them, then say with perfect levels of Aziraphale-bitchiness, "Or perhaps, you'll all finally realize that God made us as we are. She considers us all perfect, whatever shapes we are in." Bitch mode still active, "Are you questioning God's desire to make us all unique and beautiful?"
From behind Aziraphale, Saraquel is giving them both the Dirtiest Look, as they both sputter 'Of course not! All of God's creations no matter how she made them are beautiful!'
"Very Good." Aziraphale will say, smugness personified as he turns away and gestures for Saraquel to walk with him. He pauses, and states, "And that's Soft SUPREME ARCHANGEL, to you, Uriel."
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And y'all can totally tell Neil Gaiman I said I want this in Season 3.
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Make It Right - Chapter 5 is now online!
Make It Right is an Aziracrow Fanfiction on AO3. You can read the story here
I had to split this chapter in two parts because it would be too much for just one chapter. As always, here's a little sneak peak at what's awaiting you in this chapter:
Their faces are just inches away and he can feel the demon's breath on his face and smell his cologne. A mixture of firewood, musk and black pepper. Under other circumstances, it would send a shiver down his spine. But there's no time to think about the closeness. Or at least, this isn't the right time
Story Summary:
Not in 6.000 years Aziraphale would've thought his first kiss with Crowley would be like this. Means, if Aziraphale really ever believed in actually kissing the demon at all. But pressing their lips together forcefully, nothing left to say and going back to heaven has all not been on the list of how Aziraphale imagined it would be.
Now, he might be back on Earth and things with Crowley are sorted out. They can finally live their peaceful existence.
But there's one thing that Aziraphale still has to do: He wants to kiss Crowley the right way. He'll make it right, every time.
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ahsoka-livesxxx · 9 months
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midnights-dragon · 2 months
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‘ello ‘ello ‘ello! I’ve been reading your most recent on aO3 and as a fellow Crowley kinnie who has been through a lot myself, thank you so much <3 reading Aziraphale comfort Crowley has been a massive comfort to me and I have a writing request along those very lines
if you’re up to it and want to, could we maybe a get a drabble or so of Aziraphale just asking for Crowley’s consent to do simple and soft (non-sexual) things. like braiding their hair or massaging his hands or kissing his face <3 thank you so much and I absolutely adore your writing!! <3
HELLO lovely anon, I apologize, this got lost over the months and I entirely forgot about it until finding a half written thing in my drafts!! (If you ever send me a request and I don't respond I either am not online, am going to write it and want to save the ask for when it's done, or I'm pondering it.) I have in fact completed said draft thing, and I hope that you (if you see this, I think Tumblr still does that weird thing where it won't tell people anon asks have been answered??) and others enjoy. I loved the prompt about the hair braiding and ran with that!
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“May I braid your hair, my dear?” Aziraphale’s voice was soft and almost purring, his chest rising and falling peacefully against Crowley’s head. His broad, warm hands were gentle and soothing where they were stroking through the demon’s cascading ginger-and-silver-streaked hair, which he had been letting grow out almost naturally since he and Aziraphale had found their home with each other and their cottage in the South Downs. (In a shared moment of peaceful intimacy, Aziraphale braids Crowley's hair. Very short & sweet.)
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plumbum-art · 7 months
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Can I watch?
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idea: Crowley convices Aziraphale to start a tiktok channel ("Just for funsies, angel. To show your ah cooking skills!"), but then edits the videos to make them look as lasciviously as possible. You know...like That foodporn guy.
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ourtubahero-blog · 4 months
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David Tennant vs furniture.
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amateur-weatherman · 7 months
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takeme-totheworld · 23 days
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The fact that Aziraphale's first reaction to Crowley declaring he's on his own side is "Gosh, that sounds lonely."
He may posture and pretend he's cold and sure of himself like the other angels, but he's always been softhearted at his core.
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wr0wn · 10 months
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Oh, my love
I know, I am a cold, cold man
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alfiejames · 4 months
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All finished works woll be posted on Tiktok under the name alfiejames.writing. All of my ongoing works will be posted on A03 under the username of AlfieJames. The unfinished works are: A Sinner Kissed An Angel. The Bentley. Don’t Bother. As of yet, they are all Good Omens fan fictions. I’d be grateful if you could give them a read and let me know what you think in the comments.
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