A peek through a bookshop's blackout curtains
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A Good Omens repaint of “Les Deux Amies” by Toulouse-Lautrec
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fucking incredible art by @chernozemm (full on ao3)
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When Crowley had snaked himself across the bar top, half purring, half snarling for Aziraphale to live a little, this wasn’t exactly what he meant by it. Not exclusively, anyway. If there was a list of possibilities, it may have been on there somewhere; scrawled as a hasty afterthought, perhaps under a subheading of Things That Would Surely Never Actually Happen.
But the sight of Aziraphale lying naked and debauched in the middle of his black satin sheets was not something he was about to hesitate over.
(If there was a second list, one surreptitiously scribbled on a napkin in the dark corner of a crowded bar, it would be titled Things Crowley Had No Right To Crave As Much As He Did, and it would start and end with this single bullet point)
@goodomensafterdark
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Your therapist: Skinny Aziraphale is not real and can’t hurt you
Skinny Aziraphale:
The reason I drew this is the same reason god created deep sea creatures: just because I can
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Sweet Dreams - Part VII
we move out of dangerously spicy territory with this chapter, but as always, WIPs, earlier releases and extra spice can be found on Patreon! <3
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Today Crowley and Aziraphale decided to go on a road trip picnic. Crowley wanted to use the GPS on his phone, but Aziraphale insisted that maps work just as well, if not better, and batted his lashes until Crowley put the phone away. Naturally, they were lost within the hour. After much playful bickering, the Bentley decided to take matters into its own hands, and drove them to a lovely spot where they enjoyed their sandwiches and champagne.
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I had to put these two images together. Just too ineffable. 🥂
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