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unbefreakinlivable · 8 months
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🍷☕️📚🪴✨
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brandtandstein · 1 year
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A pre-show commission from Thoughtbubble 2019
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opscuritas · 6 months
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Part one of my Ineffable picnics series!
I'll be doing a couple of these since I'm hyper fixating on AziraCrow fluff and I love drawing fruits and jewelry
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berrypaints · 4 months
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“Heading to start Armageddon” Crowley 🎨 😈 💅
An older drawing I finished and lit for the Hair Elimination contest over on the Good Omens Reddit
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“World [ending] to [start]. Can’t lollygag!” 😇🫨
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dont-get-axe-murdered · 5 months
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Ya know how so far the entire good omens cannon has been:
Aziraphale: You came :)
Crowley: You called.
I'd love for season 3 relationship healing to start with something along the lines of-
Crowley: ...you're here?
Azirphale: I never should have left.
Because Crowley wouldn't call, any hope of getting answers died with God. Crowley is vulnerable, emotional and distracted and for the first time truly pessimistic. Crowley couldn't imagine calling for help, especially from Aziraphale who left because he wouldn't listen (at least from Crowley's perspective, they werent really communicating well with each other). But if it became Crowley as a damsel in distress, trapped or hurt or tricked... Azriaphale would not be able to look away. Aziraphale would put himself at risk in a heartbeat, because at the very least he knows Crowley doesn't deserve punishment. He know Crowley is kind and clever in how he uses that kindness. Aziraphale would stand between Crowley and his immediate doom and most likely offer the smallest indirectly spoken apology. And after they are alone (or at least in a safer environment with few witnesses) an argument ensues, dust will settle for greater causes' sake, tensions will raise again, the dams will break, and then we can get somewhere into healthier communication.
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carry-the-sky · 4 months
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wip wednesday! tagged by my brainpipe bestie @ninzied ♡
so for context i randomly decided to watch the gilmore girls ep where the town has that basket auction fundraiser thingy and jess and dean try to outbid each other for rory's basket, and then a few days later i stumbled upon this fabulous art by @sun-glasses-at-night, and long story short i have not known peace since 🙃
“That one,” says Crowley. Aziraphale huffs. “You’re not even looking.”  Crowley, lounging on the sofa, makes a show of rolling his head in Aziraphale’s direction. “Does it matter? They all look the same, angel.”  Across the room, Aziraphale hmphs again under his breath. Half a dozen picnic baskets are laid out on the table in front of him, and he’s no closer to selecting one than he was when he pulled them out of storage nearly a half hour ago. He reaches for the basket closest to him— but no, it’s much too small. He opts for another basket, slightly larger and trimmed in delicate lace. “That one,” Crowley says again. At least he’s looking, this time.  Aziraphale hefts the basket up and down, swings it by his side. After several seconds of careful consideration, he shakes his head. “Hm, no, this isn’t quite right.”   Crowley groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Aziraphale, ages of this world have come and gone since you started this little venture. Just…pick a basket, for someone’s sake.”  “Patience is a virtue, you know,” Aziraphale says pointedly. “What was wrong with that last one, anyways?” Crowley asks, ignoring him even more pointedly. “It’s a bit boxy. And much too decorative. Raises expectations.” “Oh, you mean the expectation that you’ll be providing an actual home-cooked lunch? That expectation?”
tagging!! @heidiamalia, @garglyswoof, @onebatch2batch, @heartonfirewrites and anyone else who wants to play :)
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Going insane Aziraphale said they could go for a picnic like he was straight up asking him on a date. dining at the Ritz too i guess but they've gone to many restaurants already to taste the food there (mainly Aziraphale) so i dont really see it as an asking out, but the picnic tho??? definitely Aziraphale asking him on a date
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iantoharkness-jones · 7 months
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"Perhaps one day we could... I don't know. Go for a picnic. Dine at the Ritz."
I think Crowley & Aziraphale deserve a day off somewhere nice and quiet after all the horrors and separation.
Just the two of them, sitting on a blanket with a basket full of food and good wine, holding hands and talking and laughing while their half black half yellow Bentley parks nearby and plays soothing music...
❤️
I wish this was the last scene of the series.
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alextheartist · 8 months
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i missed drawing these two...
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casimirt · 7 months
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Dear Readers,
I NEED HELP.
I've got a themed birthday picnic coming up, and the host has asked us to bring our favorite book and a small Charcuterie Board to match. So it's themed food and outfit.
My book of choice is Good Omens, and I plan to bring wine, apple, bread and...? What else is GO or bible themed food wise?
Bread- body of Christ
Wine- the husband's drink and blood of Christ
Apple- forbidden fruit etc
Any other ideas?
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You go too fast for me, Crowley
A proposal to the Good Omens fandom, because for the life of me I can't make much sense of this sentence in light of 1941 (where it's pretty clear that Aziraphale comes to a conclusion that changes his awareness of their relationship) and 1967.
Speed not as a variable in the amount of time it takes to get to a destination, but as a variable in impact force. Look at Crowley's driving - it doesn't bother Aziraphale because it gets them places faster, but because it makes it much more likely that they'll crash. And when they do, it'll be that much more painful.
When Aziraphale says that Crowley goes too fast he doesn't mean that it's too soon in their history to hold hands or drive together or whatever, but that doing those things is a surefire way of getting hurt. Because with Heaven and Hell watching them, it'll never end with anything but a crash.
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thombtak · 9 months
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Headcannon that when aziraphale says “you go too fast for me crowley” he actually meant “fuck no im not driving with you!! have you seen yourself?!?? You drive like you’re spilling gasoline in a burning house!! I’ll walk thank you very much.” And not “you move too fast for me and we should take things slower in our relationship”
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zonzolik · 4 months
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manifesting s3 ending with a picnic in St. James' Park (aka the garden)
OR
with a picnic in the garden of their South Dawns cottage
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carry-the-sky · 3 months
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wip wednesday! tagged by my dear friend @ninzied who is killing me softly with her firstprince snippets!!
Silence settles over them, heavier than it was before. This happens, sometimes. The conversation will be completely innocent, and then things will Shift, and suddenly they’re talking about Something Else. Dancing around it, more accurately. Taking care not to step on its toes. That's how they left things, before. Now, the world has been made anew, and Aziraphale hasn’t the faintest idea what to do about it. Crowley, as always, takes the lead. “What’re these, then?” he asks, wiggling a finger at the lamingtons. Steering them back to safer waters.  Aziraphale blinks a few times, then clears his throat. “Ah, you wouldn’t like those. Much too sweet.” “I like sweet!” Crowley insists, looking vaguely offended. “You once claimed that a crème brûlée gave you a cavity simply because you looked at it.”  “It was the nineteenth century, angel. Hyperbole was all the rage those days.” Crowley digs one of the dark squares out of its container, eyeballing it. Then he takes a bite, layers of chocolate and sponge giving way between his teeth. A bead of jam catches in the corner of his mouth; he licks it cleanly away. The air around Aziraphale grows hotter by several orders of magnitude. “Mmphf,” Crowley mumbles, mouth still full. He chews. “It’s— fluffy. No, not— springy, that's the word." With great effort, Aziraphale pulls his gaze away from Crowley’s mouth. “You hate it,” he says, trying not to smile and not quite succeeding. Crowley polishes it off with a final bite, thumbing the crumbs from his bottom lip. “Could do without the coconut. And the jam.” But he reaches for another one. Then, seeing Aziraphale’s bemused expression: “What? You like them."  It's the way he says it, like it's an immutable law of the universe. The Earth spins on an axis. The sky is blue. You like them. Something is building behind Aziraphale’s ribs, threatening to spill out of him. His hands itch to reach out, to touch, and he could. Oh, he could. The afternoon is bright and teeming with possibility, and he feels every bit of it; wine on his tongue, sunshine warming the back of his neck, solid earth beneath him. All of it real. Perhaps this could be real, if he wanted it to be.
tagging (no pressure!): @heidiamalia, @majicmarker, @redbelles, @garglyswoof, @onebatch2batch, @evilbunnyking and anyone else who is working on something or wants to play :)
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aduckwithears · 7 months
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Let👏 them 👏 picnic 👏 in 👏 season 👏 three👏
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rllyobsessed · 9 months
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finally having their picnic:]
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