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Things To Do Today
Be angry at Nina for making things so difficult. Instead of talking to me, she could’ve just written more notes for me to ignore.
Ponder on Nina’s words
Overthink
Go back to sleep because my brain hurts from overthinking
Wake up and work up the courage to speak to Maggie and to Muriel
Have a few drinks to be more courageous
Sober up because I can’t very well talk to them drunk. Maggie would probably not take me seriously and Muriel would be really confused or even scared. They haven’t experienced me in full drunk mode yet.
Yell at plants to let off some steam
Drive around, not necessarily in the right direction.
Nina says that Muriel thinks it’s their fault that I’m not talking to them, not visiting the bookshop anymore and not responding to any of their notes and cards. I was so shocked I almost dropped my shades.
I can’t wrap my head around it. I couldn’t even wrap my entire body around it if I was in my snake form.
I mean, we all messed up in some way or other. The angels messed up, the demons messed up, Gabriel and Beelzebub messed up, Shax messed up, Aziraphale messed up, Floating-Head-Coffee-Or-Death-Guy messed up, Maggie und Nina messed up, and I have been walking chaos since I started walking on legs. (Might have been crawling chaos before that). The only person who really didn’t have anything to do with any of this, was former-inspector-constable, now bookseller-to-bee.
Why do they think it’s their fault? I don’t understand it at all. I know that humans sometimes feel guilty for something they’re not responsible for, but Muriel is an angel. They should think that they’re always doing the right thing.
But then, Aziraphale has experienced guilt before. Even then when things weren’t his fault. Perhaps guilt is an angel thing after all.
I wish I could tell Muriel that this has nothing to do with them. It's a good thing that they keep the bookshop safe.
I just can’t be in there at the moment because everything reminds me of him. But I can't talk about that to Muriel. I can’t be on Whickber Street, I can’t talk to Maggie and Nina, I can’t deal with this, I can’t process it. And I’m sorry for causing them pain. I don’t want any friends because I don’t want to cause others pain.
It was my damn job to cause others pain for so long.
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crawley-fell · 15 days
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illustoryart · 9 months
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Someone, who can understand ❤️‍🩹
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soni-dragon · 8 months
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twice aziraphale has gone to heaven while crowley stays behind on earth…
[ID: A drawing of Crowley from Good Omens. The drawing is split in half horizontally. In the top half, he sits on the floor with a hand over his crying face. Plants surround him in front of a grey background, and wine bottles sit at his feet. In the bottom half, Crowley sits upside down on the floor of Aziraphale’s bookshop. The bookshop is in flames, and Crowley looks upward while crying. /End ID]
+ some closeups below cut
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ineffable-romantics · 9 months
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RIP to Aziraphale who won't even be able to cope with his divorce by eating cake and clutching an ABBA record to his chest while crying along to Andante, Andante bc he won't have none of that shit in Sky Amazon
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ineffableaddiction · 2 months
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A Theory?
I had a strange thought as I was watching Good Omens for the 1,462nd time.
In A Companion to Owls, there are a lot of crossover references. For instance….
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When God is speaking to Job, Crowley indicates to Aziraphale that just being able to ask a question of God, even if they don’t answer, is something he’d want.
In S1, we see Crowley asking questions to God directly. He and Job are the only ones shown speaking directly to God.
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Also in the same minisode, the pattern of Crowley “tempting” or rewarding Aziraphale with food (and eventually drink) begins.
I wonder if Aziraphale’s love of food is because food reminds him of that day.
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Phase 2 of Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship began that day. Both of them recognized that they were the same - the only ones from both sides that only went along with their respective side as far as they could. This brought them even closer. They both risked so much to save a few children.
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It was the first time post-fall that Crowley and Aziraphale worked together. This would continue, with some push and pull, until… well, forever.
This is also where trust begins to build in earnest, at least post-fall.
There’s also this:
God: Can you send lightening bolts and get them to report back to you?
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Has this been something Crowley’s always been able to do, or is he gaining skills to possibly get answers from God one day? (Why was I discarded?)
Which leads me to a weird question….
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What if God had a bet with Satan about Crowley and Aziraphale?
Hear me out. Crowley has pre-fall memory lapses. He has been on Earth since the beginning, even though both God and Satan must know that he’s not doing the evil that one would expect from a demon. He rarely gets in trouble for any of his good deeds.
Aziraphale, likewise, has been on Earth since the beginning of. As with Crowley, Aziraphale rarely gets reprimanded by heaven, even though he’s “thwarting the will of God.”
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I’m thinking, because Crowley and Aziraphale had established some form of attachment (even if minor) that perhaps Crowley was sent to hell with the fallen angels, even if he didn’t necessarily “deserve “ it per God and Satan’s bet.
Would Crowley corrupt Aziraphale and make him fall? Would Aziraphale bring Crowley back to heaven?
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And what if, because Aziraphale and Crowley are THEM, and they love each other for who they are, this game, or bet, failed.
Our ineffable duo instead created something no one anticipated. They became an US.
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doomedlemur · 8 months
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Did Crowley as Bildad intentionally allow the crows to bleat?
I think so.
He makes no excuses or denials. He doesn't try to hide or ignore it.
He stops, turns, and waits, watching Ariraphale with a carefully neutral expression. He waits and watches for as long as it takes for Aziraphale to realize the truth, continuing to have the crows bleat to drive the point home.
He would not kill kids, even if he can't directly say so, and he wants to make sure Aziraphale knows it.
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genuinely crying again they love eachother so much TwT
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LOOK AT THE WAY AZIRAPHALE IS LPOKING AT CROWLEY!!1!! I AM SICK!!! I AM DYING!!! THAT IS A MAN WOMAN PERSON NOT PERSON ANGEL THAT IS SO SEVERELY IN LOVE!!!!!
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phoen1xr0se · 3 months
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If you get sad today cos you don't have someone special to spend Valentine's Day with, take comfort in knowing that you're not alone.
Crowley doesn't either.
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francisdeparted · 9 months
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“it sounds…”
“lonely?”
“but you said it wasn’t.”
“i’m a demon. i lied.”
(second time painting idk how to feel about this one)
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Things To Do Today
Drive.
Just drive
Nothing else.
Waking up this morning, I knew instantly that today is a driving day. I've sobered up to get rid of the hangover, but my headache's still there and it's persistent. Should've sobered up yesterday night, but I kinda like the fuzzy head. Keeps me from thinking.
If there's enough pain in my head, I suppose, I won't worry too much about the pain in my heart.
I don't want to go anywhere near the bookshop. I don't, but I need to return the CD to Muriel before it looses its song. Still, I drive around all day to work up the courage.
The song starts five or six times while I'm driving back to Soho. I try to listen, but in the end I always turn it off. My car turns it back on. I turn it back off.
At the horizon, far beyond the end of the road, the sun's going down in a blaze of red and orange. Like the whole world was about to end in fire.
The street lanterns at Whickber Street flicker on as I pass through. The stores are closed at this hour, but there's still light in most of the restaurants and, of course, the pub.
I could go there, have a whiskey. Or I could have a bottle of wine at Marguerite's or a bottle of Tsingtao at Mr & Mrs Chen's place.
No, I can't. It would never be just one glass or one bottle. Wasting yourself on your own is fine, but not in front of people you used know. Not front of people he used to know.
If I was human, I'd probably be dead in a ditch somewhere three times over. Being who I am, I know how far I can take this. This may be the worst time, but it is certainly not the first.
It's not even the first time I got my heart ripped out, but last time happened to be a bit more literal.
Do mine eyes deceive me? There's light in the bookshop. No, not in the shop itself, but up in the flat, in the very guest room that Gabriel used to live in when he was Jim.
For a brief moment I allow myself to imagine what it would be like if Aziraphale was still in there. He'd notice I was on my way and open the door for me. And then we'd sit inside and talk about something or other, have a drink or two, and maybe talk some more. He would have a snack and I would watch him eat. He would get excited about something and bounce around and I would listen to the ridiclous sounds coming out of his mouth.
And watch his smile. That beautiful beautiful smile. And everything would just be fine for a few hours.
A familiar silhouette at the window. Muriel is sitting there, probably on the inside sill, their head bent over a book they're holding. They're a fast reader, turning the pages at a quick and steady pace.
I wonder why Muriel didn't take Aziraphale's room. It's bigger than the guest room and it's not like he'll be back anytime soon.
Angels and their faith...
I drop the CD in the letterbox inside the door, trying to avoid any noises. Back on the road, I look up to the window again.
Muriel still seems busy with their book. I hope, they read all the brilliant ones first, then the good ones before moving on to the trash that they inevitably will find.
But then, these humans never can tell the difference. Goethe's Faust was a good book. Marie Corelli's Sorrows of Satan was a brilliant one.
I cross the road and signal for my car to come pick me up. Nina is still inside her closed-for-the-night-coffee shop sitting at a table across Maggie. They're talking to each other and they both look worried.
Time to get out of here. Just as the Bentley speeds around the corner, Maggie spots me and starts waving frantically. Nina looks up, too, her expression a mix and match between a sigh of relief and a death glare.
No. No talk. I don't want to talk to any of you. I did what I came for and now I'm leaving.
Just leave me alone, all of you!
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bug-hearted · 7 months
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"angels can't be tempted, can you?"
— inspired by Yuri Klapouh's "Lilith and Eve" :)
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astrhae · 9 months
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gyffindraws · 18 days
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i've been working on this idea since valentine's day and decided to skech out a cover (even though i literally only have a few out of context pages sketched lol)
over explained au idea under the cut
it's an au in which crowley is a human running his own plant store and aziraphale is a cherub that was kept in heaven after the eden/sword mishap. He runs the human archives in heaven and has been obsessed with humans ever since he met adam and eve. he's been schemeing for millenia to get a chance to go to earth (having only watched earth from the scrolls in the archives).
serendipitously, aziraphale finds an old file called the Cupid Project, a defunct project wherein angels would foster love amongst humans by helping them make connections (via celestial arrows to the heart, yeah. there was a reason it was cancelled). Seeing his chance, he pitches a reboot of the project to help more humans find love (and get his ass to earth). Annoyed, the archangels finally agree, if only to get him to stop pestering them. Under their terms, the archangels set a test for aziraphale to prove the project's worth. They pick a human for aziraphale to successfully find love for and give him one year to make it happen.
Anthony Crowley is a man that doesn't like to be bothered. He has a few 'friends' that check in on him from time to time, but really, he prefers to be alone with his plants. Really, he does. He's grumpy and prickly and pushes away anyone that gets too close. Which is what makes him the perfect candiate for aziraphale's test. Snickering to themselves, the archangels pick a man that couldn't possibly open himself to love. And when the year is up, aziraphale will be back in the archives, where he's promised not to bother them ever again.
tldr: human!crowley, angel!aziraphale, flower store, aziraphale as cupid. slow burn and strangers to friends to lovers. sappy romance, pining
some bonuses: the flowers crowley is holding are gardenias, which represent secret love. The flower's in the corner are cupid's dart, because of obvious reasons
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yourfaveisafearavatar · 7 months
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Crowley from Good Omens is an Avatar of the Lonely.
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yeah yeah everyone has been talking about how Crowley has a feeding kink and its really...ahem...something...
but like there is something really sweet and so very Crowley about the fact that he enjoys caring for and tending to Aziraphale in this way, its something he knew Aziraphale would enjoy so he wants him to enjoy it and he wants to be the one to provide it.
And the parallels to the Kiss™, how Aziraphale didn't realize he was starving for affection, for affection from Crowley, how when it all breaks apart for Aziraphale and he can't hold back any longer he'll launch himself at Crowley like he's drowning and taking Crowley with him, too much teeth and tongue and a mess.
And Crowley will take his face firmly, pull him away, look into his teary eyes and for a tiny micro-second Aziraphale will think its too late and you can see his heart shatter, before Crowley slowly brings his face closer, touches their foreheads together muttering, "Slower, angel...slower..." before kissing him so steady and achingly tender its like their hearts melt together and Aziraphale practically falls into Crowley.
Not only will Crowley teach him to feast, they'll teach him to savor.
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