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especially for you, my dear friend :3
here is Crowley's version, in case whoever sees this post isn't in the mood to look for it.
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Also here is another version of Aziraphael's dress that I ended up discarding:
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Hope you guys like it :3 ♡
(I will make some arts of this version of them thogether, btw. Just wait)
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1941-crowley-slut · 7 months
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PUT CROWLEY IN DRESSES PUT CROWLEY IN DRESSES PUT CROWLEY IN DRESSES PUT
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jelimeon · 3 months
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kaison07 · 6 months
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doerrferr · 7 months
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a wip of disabled crowley to bless your feed (✯ᴗ✯)
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mad-aims · 1 month
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So I got my gay Crowley bolo tie thing today, it called for an impromptu photoshoot. 😈
I apologise for my mush face.
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ineedhjalp · 7 months
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hopes for s3
crowley in a dress crowley in a dress
thats all i'm asking for, if you can make it happen i will make you a cupperty and be yours forever
crowley in a dress crowley in a dress
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theriverspath · 5 months
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The Song of the Supreme Archangel: Chapter 1
Rated Teen. Written for a daily prompt challenge on Sendarya's discord server. Prompt: "Loud, so everyone can hear" from The way you said "I love you."
All was chaos. Bits of rock and rubble revolved within a gray-white void. The sounds of swords in conflict, animalistic screeches and yowls, and the whoosh of flames echoed among the debris. The battlefield had erupted into war, and both sides were hard at work. There was no up or down, nor left or right in this space. The beings that battled each other did not constrain their efforts to the laws of the physical world. The only constant, fixed point was a single building. On it, gold lettering above a red door read "A. Z. FELL AND Co."
The door opened. In it stood the Supreme Archangel of Heaven. He placidly surveyed the mayhem, as if uninterested in the general proceedings. His immaculately groomed appearance indicated his lack of direct involvement in the fighting. A waistcoat the color of molten sunlight peeked out from a crisp white suit. A gold chain slung below his colorless bowtie. It matched the one that ran across the buttoned front of the waistcoat to disappear beneath the suit’s jacket. He already wore one fawn-colored leather glove. As he slipped on the other, it covered a gold signet ring. A tan coat was draped across his shoulders, the sleeves hanging empty. A broach in the shape of a single wing decorated the left lapel. The coat’s popped collar emphasized his round face. A single, thin line of gold paint ran from the apex of his widow’s peak to just above his star-pupiled, violet eyes. Wherever he turned his head, a nimbus of radiant glory highlighted his short, platinum curls from behind.
Eventually, he seemed to spot what he was looking for. His white leather shoes made no sound as he stepped out of the shop and onto some sort of invisible, arbitrary ground plane. Approaching him out of the surrounding fray was his oldest enemy.
Four muscular, scantily-clad demons each balanced on their shoulder one of the corner poles to an uncovered platform. A fifth demon walked in front, setting the pace. Upon the platform, towering above the litter carriers, was a throne. The ebony frame was intricately carved to mimic flame. A blackened rams’ skull added height and majesty to the top. Blood red velvet cushions gave it a luxurious drama. Draped across the seat as if his body no longer cared to conform to the expectations of bones, sat Crowley.
When the litter reached Aziraphale, the demons stopped. The four that held the throne slowly lowered to one knee. The fifth stepped to the front of the platform. They also dropped themself to a knee, then held up a hand. With a fluid movement, Crowley stood from the throne. He took the offered hand, then stepped a bare, scaled foot down onto the sturdy thigh of the demon before him. Another step down, and he was on the same invisible ground as Aziraphale. The litter bearers all stood in unison, and took several steps back, leaving the two alone. As they retreated, the Supreme Archangel eyed the goat skull that decorated the chair. There was a tinge of sadness in his voice when he spoke.
“So, this is what you’ve become. A Prince of Hell.”
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Read the entire work on AO3.
Battlefield inspired by unused concept art for season 2.
Aziraphale’s outfit inspired by this fanart by @gingerhaole.
Crowley’s outfit inspired by my desire to put Crowley in a slinky dress.
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kovu-is-cool · 8 months
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Okay, but we need more of crowley in a dress in season three. Change my mind.
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allysketches · 1 month
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this drawing started off as tv crowley and aziraphale dressed like their book cover counterparts, but then I got carried away and it turned out... not being exactly that anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️
so... late 80s/early 90s au? (aka. literally the book lol)
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golswia · 2 months
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my dear...
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riisitee · 7 months
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Immortal Decadent After the Ball
If you can't tell, this is based on a painting by Ramon Casas called Decadent young woman. After the dance. (More about it at the end)
Also version with out glasses:
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The original painting:
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"Decadent young woman. After the dance", 1899 by Ramon Casas
I was looking through my folder of paintings, thinking if one of them could be turned into fanart. I found this one and thought it would fit Crowley very well. Well, turns out the name makes it even more fitting! The Incident in Good Omens That Broke All of Our Hearts, happened after a dance/ball (the painting is also known as "After the Ball"), which is just incredibly serendipitous.
Also of course everything about the pose, the dark clothes and the red hair just screamed Crowley to me.
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an2e77e · 8 months
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“I thought your lot didn’t dance.”
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tchoupiraterie · 2 months
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It just occurred to me that my favourite version of Crowley was missing from my account. I had to fix it.
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Aziraphale: You spent all our money on THIS??  Crowley, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.
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doerrferr · 6 months
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im doing halloweek but conveniently forgot that im disabled so had a really bad health day today to the point i FELL ASLEEP WATCHING GOS2????? blasphemy.
anyways, spoilers for my costume for mischief night because i cannot contain my excitement: im going full femme crowley (in drag, i have a black dress with slits on both thighs + im adding snake embroidery to her and black fishnets with the little gems in + snek choker)
our demon is going out on mischief night to escape post divorce wallowing!!! or if i can’t go out ill end up just being sad and mischievous from my flat
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