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mrghostrat · 2 days

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flawless (E) (36k) (FIN)

Aziraphale steadfastly reminded himself this was a good thing. It hurt like nothing had ever hurt before, but the silver lining was actually bright, and broad, and glistened like diamonds. If he focused on that light ahead, he might not even feel the chill of the rain where it continued to pummel him.

#thank u so much for coming on this journey 🥺#flawless au #good omens #good omens human au #gomens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #rat draws #rat writes

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idliketobeatree · 3 days

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probably my favourite bit of the fandom's treatment of Crowley is the almost paganistic way of choosing the pronouns. you may generally go the easy route with he/him most prevalent in the show, but we all understand it's in the loosest way possible, barely attached to her presentation. he's a demon, c'mon. you need to feel out the vibes, look at the weather and the current state of affairs, it shall be revealed from the Energy around. he's such a nerd, they're more beautiful than the wine-dark sea, she's my wife. i want them upside down sleeping on the ceiling, she would lead men like sir John Franklin his Arctic expedition. on occasion it's a drawn out snake/hiss, other times a dark glasses grin emoji will suffice. don't even get me started on the Nanny, i dare not to utter the name without bowing down in reverence first. what a gift that keeps on giving

#good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #gomens #love to read the tags on fanwork and watch their infinite variety unfold #gender nonconforming? gender whocares but also ABBA lay all your gender on me. nobody does it like him <3 #good omens crowley #marcela talks #ineffable fandom #good omens shitpost #<- treated seriously ofc #ineffable husbands #good omens fandom #good omemes #queer community #queer omens

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crawley-fell · 1 day

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#they're everything 2 me #aziraphale #good omens #good omens gifs #gomens #good omens 2 #mr fell #michael sheen #usersugar #tsusermels #userrlorelei #usereena #my gifs

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televised-eyes · 2 days

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*me on my deathbed*

grandkids: *crying* what is she saying???

me: neil…neil gaiman…he said…there’s an invisible and unbreakable line that joins crowley and aziraphale…

grandkids: …

me: … my god he was so real for that … *dies*

#my silly dramatic ass #i’m still reeling #i’m haunted #is2g i’ll never get over it #good omens #gomens #neil gaiman #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale

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mothdogsart · 2 days

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So excited to share my latest bind! This is a Good Omens fic called Pray for Us, Icarus by Atalan/@brightwanderer 💐

I went a little nuts with the floral designs in this one. The cover was so much fun to put together, and I somehow managed to match the bookcloth color to the headband color perfectly. I also made the chapter headers look like Aziraphale was gathering his bouquet from Crowley throughout the years:

I can’t add another photo on mobile, but Part 7 has two wine glasses with apple slices 🥰

Technical details follow ➡️

Fonts: Glamore (title) and Sabon (body)

Cover material: Allure bookcloth in Mudpie

Dust jacket image: Abraham van Beijeren, Creative Commons usage

Endpapers: Renato Crepaldi

Text block: Hammermill 70lb Ivory

Designed in Canva and Procreate

The fic can be read at http://archiveofourown.org/series/1448647

❗️My binds are not for sale. Authors can request gift copies.❗️

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onceuponapuffin · 3 days

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Fanatic Intervention Part 7!!!

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It will not surprise you at all, dear Reader, to learn that Aziraphale keeps very little in his kitchen cupboards. There is no stove or oven, and the only thing in the fridge is milk (for his tea no doubt). When you start opening cupboards, you find one pack of custard creams, and a second one of chocolate digestives. Well, it will have to do. You find yourself a small plate and fill it half and half before heading back into the shop just in time to say goodbye to Anathema and Newt.

As they leave, you turn to the supernatural entities in the room.

“So,” You say, “If we’re going to the States, then we have a few problems. First, I don’t have my passport or any ID at all, so airport security is going to be fun. Second, I have no money. Third, I’m gonna need a Walmart or something because I don’t even have a toothbrush, my dudes. Fourth, these,” You indicate the cookies, “are fine for a snack, but overall they’re not gonna cut it.”

“You just leave the airport security to us,” Aziraphale replies. You make a note that he glided right past ‘my dudes,’ they’re getting used to you already. Dammit. “As for the rest of it,” Aziraphale continues, “I suppose a trip to Tesco’s is in order.”

Crowley produces a shiny black credit card from nowhere and hands it to you. “We’ll take the Bentley,” he says. He starts to stand, but you shake your head.

“Nuh-uh, you both stay here,” You say. Crowley raises his eyebrow.

“You realize we can take care of ourselves,” he says, “We’ve been doing it for a few millennia.”

“I’m not talking about that,” You say, “Look, what we’re going into is really dangerous. And I know that your pattern is to just wait to talk about things until you’re in the clear, but that’s not a good idea anymore. I mean, I get that I’m not exactly an expert, but I read just as much as you do and I’ve heard a million stories by this point in my life, and in NONE of them do people ever say ‘I’m so glad I never told them how I feel’ - you know? It’s always ‘I wish I would have’ or ‘I should have told them every day.’ So Muriel and I will go ask Maggie to take us to Tesco, and you two need to talk. Please. While it’s safe, while you have the chance, before things get dangerous and possibly deadly.”

Crowley and Aziraphale are silent. You notice that they aren’t looking at each other. Well, you’ve done your best. Now you need to trust them.

At this point, dear Reader, you are probably thinking to yourself ‘well I would snoop and spy on them while they talk! I want to watch them make out!’ But here is the thing – in this world they are real people, not characters. It’s one thing to say that you would creep on them from the other side of this fiction, but when they’re very real and looking at you in person, things are a little different. For one thing, you realize that real people deserve things like boundaries and privacy, especially for sensitive conversations.

And so, you take Muriel over to Maggie’s shop, where you explain that Mr. Fell has sent the two of you on an errand and you need to stop for dinner somewhere and have no idea where anything is. You flash her the credit card and say ‘It’s all on me,’ and she conveniently agrees with a look on her face that says something like ‘least they could do after all that shit they put us through.’

So the three of you go for dinner at the nearest Weatherspoons, where you and Maggie eat while Muriel watches in morbid fascination. Then you all take the bus to Tesco where you buy yourself a small wardrobe, and manage to coax Muriel into some light blue jeans and an argyle jumper so they look a little less like the Beacon of Gondor. You quickly find out that Muriel has an adorable fascination with fuzzy socks, novelty mugs, and coloured pencils. Of course, you enable their fascinations with a happy heart, and as an afterthought, you grab them a small pot of orange daisies from the flower section. It will give them something alive to tend to while you’re gone. Muriel appreciates the thought. All in all, it’s a long but good time.

You don’t know about the talk, and you’re worried about asking when you get back.

THAT BEING SAID

You and I, dear Reader, not actually being in that world, are allowed certain privileges.

The bookshop is silent for a long time. Both of them are thinking, digesting, processing. Feelings are hard to feel, and harder to put into words. Especially when it has been made clear, twice now in the span of a number of hours, that you absolutely need to put them into words.

It isn’t until after Crowley notices you, Muriel, and Maggie heading down the street that he stands up and begins to pace. A few more minutes pass before he speaks.

“So...uhm...are you going to go first or should I?”

“Are we...are we actually going to do this? Have this talk I mean?” Aziraphale has been shelving books to try and take the edge off. Now he puts down the book in his hands and absent-mindedly fidgets with his ring.

“Well, I mean we don’t have to,” Crowley says, aiming for non-chalance and missing ever-so-slightly, “No one can actually make us.”

“Yes, except it feels very much like everyone is trying to.”

“Trying is the key word there.”

“That’s true enough I suppose.”

The silence returns and stretches. It is anything but comfortable. The air is full of words that they have been told they should say, words that perhaps they want to say, but words that have been dammed up with fear and uncertainty for so long now that they’ve become very hard to un-stick. After a while, Aziraphale clears his throat and speaks.

“I, erm, I suppose you had better go first.”

“Me, right, okay.” Crowley clears his throat now and stops his pacing near the desk. He looks down at the scattered papers and books, the pens and photos and newspaper clippings. The assorted clutter of Aziraphale’s life. Looking away makes it easier to start. He takes a breath. “Um..right...well...we’ve known each other a long time. We’ve been on this planet a long time – you and me, I mean. I’ve always been able to rely on you, and you’ve always relied on me,” another breath, “We’re a team, yeah? A group of the two of us. And...erm...we pretend that we aren’t. Always have. Safer that way I guess.” He looks up at Aziraphale. The angel isn’t looking at him, but he nods anyway to show that he’s listening. Crowley continues. “And I mean...I’ve tried not to think about it much before but...but it would be nice, I mean, UGH” He takes off his sunglasses and rubs a hand over his eyes as though he can massage the words and make them easier to say. “I mean, I would like to spend...mmm….I would like to spend the rest not pretending anymore. Be an us. I mean,” suddenly the dam breaks, and Crowley finds the words come tumbling out, “If Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, we can. We don’t need Heaven or Hell, they’re both toxic. We can be an us, on our side. You and me. What do you say?” He looks at Aziraphale without reservation now. His angel looks back at him, eyes wide. When he does speak, it’s with a smile and a small nod of acknowledgment rather than agreement.

“That was very well done Crowley,” he says. This isn’t an answer.

“Nnyeah, thanks. Your turn though.”

“Right, I suppose it is.” Aziraphale takes a moment to gather himself. After hearing Crowley be so open about this, he feels more resolved himself to do this properly. He faces Crowley and folds his hands to keep himself grounded. “Crowley,” he begins, “I...I wish that this conversation were happening under better circumstances. Although it’s been pointed out that ideal circumstances aren’t a promise that we can wait around for. Well, the thing is that I would like the same thing. Very much in fact. My biggest concern by far is for your safety because, well, frankly I don’t see the point in saving the world again if you’re not around to enjoy it with me. An us, as you said. You and me.” He smiles. Crowley smiles.

“Guess we’d better save the world together then. And try not to die.”

“Yes, quite.”

“Aziraphale?”

“Yes, Crowley?”

“You’re my angel. No one else.”

“And you, my wiley serpent. No one else.”

The shop bell dings.

“We’re baaaaaack!” You sing as you waltz through the door, shopping bags in hand. Muriel follows after you, carefully carrying their daisies. “Did you miss us?”

When you eventually get the courage to ask them about their talk later, you get a “ngk” from Crowley, and a “We’ve said all that needs to be said, for now.” from Aziraphale. And that, you suppose, will have to do.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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enthusiasteditor · 22 hours

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You had me at the hello

- Dorothy Boyd, Jerry Maguire

#good omens #gomens #michael sheen #aziraphel #crowley #david tennant #ineffable husbands

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waitingtobebroken · 1 day

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The horrible pickup lines AU is here!

How Am I Winning This Conversation?

Summary:

Crowley's new coworker looks like an angel and has the inane ability to take every pickup line too literally. It doesn't stop Crowley from trying to flirt with him, even though he can barely string a coherent sentence together while in Aziraphale's presence. Somehow... it still works?

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So Crowley googled more pickup lines. And hoped for the best. "Angel, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print,” he said one day, while Aziraphale squinted at his tiny spreadsheet. He had shown him how to zoom in a number of times and yet, the angel insisted he liked this better since he could, and this was a quote, "See all the numbers together." What a weird man. Crowley was starting to adore him. "Frustrating and designed to deceive?" Aziraphale responded absentmindedly. His fingers had not stopped tapping on his calculator. Crowley found it unfairly hot. Both the words and the nonchalance with which they had been uttered. He laughed. Then went to make the angel some tea because he hadn't had any all day.

And a bonus meme because I couldn't stop myself:

#yes this was written very much to make ME giggle #so what??#we all deserve to see them be stupid #good omens #good omens au #ineffable husbands #ineffable humans #gomens #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fanfiction #good omens human au #my writing #good omens 2 #good omens fanfic rec #ineffable idiots

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aziraphale-lookalike · 1 day

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Ops!

@neil-gaiman

#aziraphale #good omens #crowley #michael sheen #neil gaiman #go2 #aziraphale cosplay #good omens 2 #good omens cosplay #gomens

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cawdra · 3 days

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The gomens fandom is actually such a wonderful example of how fandoms should interact within each other.

Like, the pure excitement me all have about one single thing is indescribable and also so simple. We all have different opinions about characters, but we are civil about it.

We share artwork, fanfiction, and fansongs we make, and our fandom pals pass them on. I have met wonderful people in their 40's-30's enjoying the show as much as people in their teens. And we all coexist, mostly without bringing others down.

I don't think I've ever been in a fandom that is not mostly conflict and divide between the fans, so it's refreshing to finally enjoy something and don't feel like you're going to get stoned for it.

I wanna thank every single Good Omens fan who has been kind to me, even when I acted a bit immature at times. Your kindness is very much appreciated, and I am sending you all kisses and hugs ♡

#good omens #good omens fandom #good omens fanwork #good omens fanart #gomens #aziraphale #crowley #neil gaiman

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mrghostrat · 3 days

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flawless (E) (35k) (4/5)

Dante ought to rewrite the circles of hell, because nothing could compare to this. Pure unfiltered dread filled Crowley’s chest when he saw Aziraphale and his husband walking into The Ritz. It was no small mercy that he didn’t have Aziraphale’s table that night, but seeing him and Gabriel dining from across the restaurant was torture enough. He couldn’t tears his eyes away. Ten car pile-ups had nothing on them, on the touch of their hands and the smile Aziraphale just couldn’t keep off his face. He watched like a hawk, insatiably curious about every little touch, while searching for anything that might quell the nausea in his stomach.

#hold onto your cucumbers #flawless au #good omens human au #good omens #gomens #rat writes #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow

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sanpakueyes17 · 1 day

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