#good omens authors

[drunkhades]

As of today 14028 Aziraphale/Crowley fanfics have been posted on ao3 since the release of season two

Which means that on average 77.5 fanfics are being published per day

That’s 3.23 fanfics per hour

0.05 fanfics per minute

So in conclusion:

Every twenty minutes a new Aziraphale/Crowley fanfic is being written

#good omens #ineffable husbands #thank you ao3 authors #Micheal Sheen wrote all of them #someone should check on him #I can’t guarantee that this math is mathing though

[crispyliza]

I've got you all figured out fanartists

#I should have learned how to draw #i have so many ideas and so little time to write #i wish i could make a vague comic about them and have a fanfic author get hooked and write it for me 😭 #fanfiction #fanart #meme #crispy talks #shitpost #this was inspired by some overlord huskerdust comics with incredible ideas i saw on twitter #where the artists are clearly waiting for someone to get hooked lol #hazbin hotel #the witcher #hannigram #hannibal #geraskier #good omens #ineffable husbands #my edit #helluva boss #the magnus archives #house of the dragon #dungeon meshi #atla #stranger things #aang #zuko #steddie #mlp #dc #percy jackson

[matt-w-blogging]

Broke: Good Omens isn't a gay love story because Crowley and Aziraphale aren't in love

Woke: Good Omens is a gay love story because Crowley and Aziraphale are in love

Bespoke: Whether Good Omens is a gay love story or not is debatable; it is, however, undeniably a story of the love between Crowley and Aziraphale (whatever type of love that may be)

Neil Gaiman: Good Omens isn't a gay love story because while Crowley and Aziraphale are in love, they are not human males, they are an angel and a demon

#the correct one is neil gaiman obviously he's one of the authors #source: #Good Omens is a love story but it's a love story between an angel and a demon. Not male not human. (Neil Gaiman) #good omens #good omens spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omemes

[sapphic-bats]

Warlock asks Nanny about it once.

She’s cutting apples for him, just the way he likes, and he’s gazing out of the window at the lush, green gardens that his mother so proudly upholds. Among the waxy leaves and spindly saplings, Brother Francis tends to the flora carefully, though Warlock’s quite sure he’s just taking certain leaves between his finger and his thumb, and studying them closely. But what did Warlock know about gardening?

He notices Nanny looking out those windows, too. Though she always gazes and stares with a deep intent, as if she only cares when she does, and it so happens that she never looks upon the garden empty.

What was that funny thing Nanny and Brother Francis had taught him? The thing that Nanny discouraged, to which Brother Francis promoted quite devoutly?

“Nanny, have you ever been married?”

Warlock knows what marriage is. After all, his parents are married, if you can call it that. They married, once, out of love. But it’s since faded. It’s more traditional, now. Out of convenience and a general apathy to trying again.

Nanny’s quick hand stills, blade edge flat against the cutting board. With her back turned to the young boy, he cannot make out her expression. He never can, what with her poised shades she wears pointedly upon her nose. But she speaks soon again.

“No,” she replies, simply.

Warlock considers this. “Do you ever want to be?”

Nanny, who had taken up the cutting again, pauses once more. She sets the knife against the board and tilts her chin towards Warlock. “Wherever have you learned such personal questions, dear?”

She’s not refusing to answer him. She never has. She just asks in true curiosity, and perhaps a slight avoidance. But Warlock’s eight, now, and he knows how to navigate her tricks.

“Where do you think?”

At that, she pauses, lips pursed with their consistent purple tint. The lipstick she wears, that faintly stains Warlock’s forehead when she kisses him goodnight and tucks him in after a bedtime story: often about a garden, or a bird that chirped too loudly, and was cast down to the ground by the other birds. One who became the kind bird of the grounds, and took in other reject birds that had fallen similarly.

She considers his answer a moment more, satisfied with the obvious influence she’s had on him. She turns back to the apple slices.

“Perhaps,” she answers.

There is quiet for a moment. He doesn’t mind, he’s grown up with Nanny at his side, and has become quite fond of the silence. It is where thoughts are made, she said once.

She finishes cutting the apples, and plates the sweet snack to serve to the boy. “What troubles you, dear? You seem awfully curious, all of the sudden.”

Not that she minds. Nanny never rejects curiosity.

“Nothing’s wrong, Nanny, it’s just—” he pauses, considers his next words and how to place them. “You look at Brother Francis a lot, and—”

Nanny interrupts him after an audible, suspicious gulp. “Who?”

He frowns, eyes boring into the back of her head. “You know Brother Francis.”

She seems quite comically nervous, like she’s pressed a wax-seal act over her true thoughts. “Oh, yes,” she decides, too much breath coming with her words. “The gardener.”

“You like him, Nanny.”

She turns, abruptly. “I most certainly do not!” Her voice comes out a tad shrill, though perhaps it’s just outrage and scandal.

Warlock narrows his eyes, perplexed. “But you look at him all of the time.”

“When has that ever had anything to do with- with love?” She struggles with the word.

The boy shrugs. “Mum and Dad don’t look at each other,” Warlock observes. “But Brother Francis looks for you, too.”

Nanny’s mouth, ready with a retort, or perhaps a counter-argument, flicks towards a different shape. One that might be, he does? Or perhaps Warlock is mistaken. She pauses, lips pursed again, and sets her teeth.

“I’m sure he does, love.”

The plate is set before him, and Warlock soon forgets his questions. He never asks Nanny again.

But he’s reminded of it when her eyes, barely visible in the light, flick towards the window into the dazzling garden.

Years later, Warlock is nearly sixteen, and has since let the thoughts from half his lifetime ago fade. They never die, just sort of… wait. Wait to be plucked again, notes of memory leaping from their tinny strings. Like a harp.

His mother takes him into town. Soho, where he has no interest in seeing, but his mother so desperately needs a new vinyl, a coffee, and though she never says it: a moment to get away from the house, or more specifically, her husband within it.

She agrees to let him wander. She trusts him, for all she hasn’t before. And perhaps, she says, the fresh, un-televised air could do him some good.

He’s only taken two steps out of the coffee shop, where his mother remains to await her tea, before he almost runs smack into two pedestrians, arm in arm. He takes a surprised jump back, tongue set with an angry scolding, when he gets a good look at them from behind.

“Nanny?”

They both freeze in unison, as if they both know the name, and the voice that has conjured it forth once more for the first time in five years. Warlock notices something else.

“Brother Francis?” He prods, shocked. “Izzat you?”

Both of the two now turn, and everything around the three fades into blurring colors and churning noises.

Warlock would be a rotten liar if he had said he hadn’t missed them dearly. He would also be a lousy boy if he didn’t recognize them by the backs of their heads alone, he thinks. Because he would know them anywhere. They’d always done a much better job at raising him than his own parents.

They both look different now. Brother Francis seems to have had dental work done, and has cleaned up quite nicely. Nanny, though, appears to have changed her style completely. Her- his? Their? Who knows. But she still sports a fine pair of shades upon the bridge of her nose.

The pair seem to stutter, splutter with a little awestruck surprise. It’s as if they’d never expected to see him again.

“Oh- Warlock,” Nanny Ashtoreth begins, feigning a cool-headed surprise. “How good to see you.”

She sounds different too. Less of a high strain on her voice, more natural.

But Warlock seems to finally feel a gear shift, and a puzzle piece clicks into place. He glances down to the space between the two, where their arms are linked.

In his dumbfounded state, he feels a smile split the trance.

They both see it at the same time, chins tilting to follow his gaze. When they catch where his eyes are, their stares mingle together in concern. It’s a look that wonders aloud whether or not they should be worried, or blatant.

Warlock looks back up to their faces. “I see now why you two left,” he adds, grinning wider.

He can’t help it. He was right all along.

Warlock remembers something, then. It takes all of his power not to burst out into a triumphant laugh.

“I’m sure he does,” he says, slyly.

Nanny’s eyes, illuminated from behind with daylight, widen. She remembers, too. Of course she does.

And she bites back a twinning smile.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #ineffable idiots #warlock good omens #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #nanny ashtoreth #brother francis #good omens fic #good omens ficlet #fic #ficlet #author #ao3 #good omens fan fiction

[shelfperson]

i am literally losing it people

#look dude with the strikes i expected some fucking DELAY #this is madness who authorized all of these homosexuals on my dash rn #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #what we do in the shadows #wwdits s5 #wwdits #blackbonnet #nandermo

[fellshish]

This should be common sense

#neil gaiman #good omens #when i tell you. my hand hovers over the block button each time #i give ppl time to remove it but still #if neil spontaneously interacts with my posts — fun! but that’s entirely different #many of my posts esp the s3 ones are for fans not the author #good omemes

[mrghostrat]

GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

litany in which certain things are crossed out by ayes

#you want a rec?? HERES A REC #waking up crying #i’m so glad i decided to reach out sobs sobs i was so nervous abt it #tell authors what they mean to you #rat reads #good omens #gomens #good omens fic rec #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

[vegemite-n-weetbix]

LOOK AT THE AUTHOR BIOGRAPHIES FOR TERRY PRATCHETT AND @neil-gaiman

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS EXISTED

#neil gaiman #terry pratchett #author #author bio #lol #funny #good omens

[carrythatwayt]

He deserves a good cry.

#author's note: while *i* dont think Crowley is dumb i do feel its something he'd tell himself #my poor snek #anthony j crowley #good omens #good omens text post #good omens meme #good omens crack #i had no tumblr for 4 days and this is what happened

[vroomvroomwee]

I think we need to talk about Saraqael.

They helped.

They saw the alarms start to beep indicating a war crime has been committed. And they helped stop it...

Not only did they not rat out Crowley or even disintegrate him like they were prepared to do to Nina and Maggie, but they actively helped stop a second armageddon.

In the bookshop, when Dagon was ecstatic about the war finally happening, Saraqael immediately shut it down.

Also, personally, I don't think they sent Muriel as a coincidence. Out of 10 million angels, they sent one with zero knowledge of earth, quite low in rank, and infinitely kind. Almost as if they wanted Aziraphale and Crowley to be kept secret.

It might be me, but things like this make me believe there is much more going on than we realise.

#and this is after giving their authorization to start the second coming #good omens #goodomenss2 #crowley #goodomens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #goodomenss2spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #goodomensspoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #go2 #gos2 #go2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers #saraqael

[nikki-rook]

from page to screen - Good Omens

#I absolutely love how some scenes are word for word the exact same from book to show #guess thats what you get when you have the author writing the show. wish we had more adaptations like that #yes this took forever. my hands hurt #good omens #these are literal scans from my copy of the book btw #david tennant #michael sheen #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #good omens book #ineffable #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #ineffable idiots #goodomensedit #ineffable spouses #aziracrow #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale and crowley #goodomens #nikkirookgif #gomensnaap

[gachahugs]

guy that looks like a cinnamon stick

#good omens #these are kinda old from when i only wanted to draw this guy #i read eniale and dewiela its like gomens if it was good #gets killed #joking joking but if u like gomens u should read it. its by the author or of witch hat #definitely for a more mature audience than witch hat

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Last Meal

Crowley x GN!Reader (AFAB anatomy)

18 Plus ONLY / Requests are OPEN

Summary: Crowley really, really, likes to eat you out.

CW: smut, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, light praise, overstim, oral sex

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick

___ ___ ___ ___ ___

Overstimulation is poking at your nerves like a tingling, hot iron. You’ve cum three times already, and Crowley is desperate to get you a fourth, or maybe even a fifth- if you didn’t just give out before that point. 

The first time had been soft and loving, his tongue laving over your clit and fingers buried deep inside your sopping cunt until you fell apart over him. You’d been stressed out, what with all of the nonsense happening at work and with the fact that the world had almost descended into chaos. It was no wonder you were stressed. Good thing Crowley knew a thing or two about how to distract you.

He’d brought you into his office, sat you down on the desk and him in his chair, and pushed your legs open to take a load off of that stress for you, so to speak. Soft circles brushed into your thigh and little breaths of cold air on your clit to make you needy. He didn’t keep you waiting long before he was tracing blasphemous prayers into your clit. 

You came like that once, and after that, he’d added another finger and held you down by the tummy to wring another orgasm out of you- you whined and jerked against his hold as he talked you through it. Telling you how good you were, and how much he loved to see you come apart for him. All for him. 

You’d came hard and fast, gasping and arching your back off the desk. He’d given you one of those signature grins and pressed kisses down your tummy, down your hip and towards the inside of your thighs, forcing you to open them up for him. 

The third time he’d made you cum took a little longer, the overstimulation taking longer to get over. You were gasping and writhing on the desk as he wrapped his lips over your clit and sucked it into his mouth, split tongue flicking hard and fast against your sensitive bundle of nerves. He didn’t let up until you cried out in pleasure and yanked hard at his hair, keeping him there in that spot as you rode his face and worked yourself through your bordering-on-painful orgasm.

And now he had his tongue buried inside you, long and flexible, licking at your walls and shooting pleasure up your spine. 

“Fuck, Crowley- I- I don’t think I can,” you cry, trying your best to squirm away from his tongue.

He chuckles and pulls you closer by the hips, practically mashing his nose into your clit. You mewl, arching away. Of course, this only proved to bump his nose against you again. 

His tongue starts moving inside you as if possessed, Crowley trying to stick the forked appendage inside you as far as possible. He eats you as if it’s his last meal on Earth, and he brings a thumb down over your hip to rub back and forth over your clit without mercy. 

You cry out louder this time, unable to contain the noises that were escaping you as he forced you closer and closer to that edge. Fuck, you might actually be able to cum again. No, scratch that, you were definitely going to cum again. 

“F-fuck, Crowley, I- nngh, oh-” 

Hips wriggle on the desk, slick and spit trailing down your folds to stain the table. You pant and moan as he works you like a master pianist- knowing exactly which keys to tap to wring out the most divine music from you.

You manage to lean yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at Crowley, and that’s what pushes you over the edge. Those yellow-slitted eyes looking up at you so hungrily, so unabashedly. He looks ravenous, feasting at you like if he doesn’t make you cum right now he might simply pass away. 

Waves of pleasure take you all at once, roiling inside like crashing waves in a storm. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that your head hits the desk again with a soft thud. You’re also vaguely aware of the way your entire body is convulsing with the pleasure of your fourth orgasm. 

He works you through it, tongue raking every single modicum of pleasure from you. The stimulation grows to be too much, and you press your foot to his shoulder to force him off you. 

He chuckles deeply, pussy drunk on the taste of your spend. He nuzzles against your thigh, trailing a finger down your slit and revelling in the whimper it draws from you. 

He giggles- actually giggles- and gives your thigh a light slap.

“Mmn,” he says, licking his lips. “Always so good for me.” 

“Always,” you pant back with a giggle.

#authors note: what? two fics in one day? more likely than you think #good omens #gomens #crowley #crowley x reader #crowley good omens #one shot #aziraphale #smut #lemon #anthony j crowley #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction #crowley x reader smut #crowley smut #david tennant #crowley gomens #crowley x y/n #crowley x you #no pronouns #for reader #requests are open

[itsscottiesstark]

David: I don't have any idea how many kisses are planned for s3.

Narrator: He did, in fact, know the exact number.

#honestly david how did you manage to get ahead with acting #terrible liar #at this point he's the equivalent of a fan pestering an author for the next fic chapter #david tennant #david tennant bafta #david tennant baftas #david tennant bafta film awards #good omens #crowley #michael sheen #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable kiss #ineffable husbands #good omens season 3 #good omens s3 #itsscottiesstark posts

[marsadler]

Hello! I wrote a book and I think y'all will like it. It's for fans of Good Omens, Hannibal, Angels Before Man, and all the queer people who deserve financial compensation from the catholic church.

I present to you:

FIRST CREATION, a high heat queer horror novella with a trans angel MC and a queer demon LI!

FIRST CREATION is a love letter to fallen angels, to finding your place in the world, to connecting to religion in a way that works for you. To touch and peaches, and surviving horrible things, to finding a place to be holy if God won't give it to you. (it's also nasty, and about cannibalism and shame and guilt, too)

It's a 22k word (98 page) novella that you can read in one (or two, or three) sittings.

You can find it on Amazon and itch.io here to read an actual synopsis and look at reviews. You can also find content warnings at the bottom of my website: (I definitely encourage you to read them before you buy!)

Here's also some unhinged ao3 tags for fun

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #good omens #nbc hannibal #novella #queer fiction #queer horror #indie author #indie books #book recommendations #religious trauma #religious themes #angel x demon #fallen angels #god loves you #but not enough to save you #preachers daughter #ao3 tags #how do i market a book #idk im banking on memes and character art right now #first creation #marsadler

[fellshish]

drop your favorite good omens fics pls babe

I’ve only just dipped my toes into the fandom so i haven’t read NEARLY enough to make anything that one could call a rec list but oops my finger slipped

Here’s a hilarious short fic i just read where aziraphale and crowley confess to each other but they both think the other is talking about a different demon / different angel

These post s2 bad communication fics are shamefully underappreciated and deserve more kudos and comments

Ohhh this little delicious fic where crowley pretends he doesn’t care about a fallen aziraphale to save him in hell

Yes i AM one of the ten thousands of people who have read and loved the crowley therapy fic

Aziraphale takes crowley on dates but misunderstandings ensue omg this fic deserves so many more readers

This fic is pure poetry i’m telling you the writing… omg. Beautiful retirement aziraphale and crowley forever rec

I canNOT stop thinking about this loophole sex fic which is SO tender and SO emotional and all the things. All. The. Things.

People please reblog or comment with more recs i really wanna read more but i don’t know where to start. Self recs are allowed btw. In fact i should mention my third wheeling jesus fic

#or reblog this post without recs bc it’s always good to reblog fic rec posts and get more readers to authors #good omens #good omens fic recs #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #fells book club