It’s a lovestory ♥️
There’s a way Aziraphale looks sometimes. Crowley has known that look since the very beginning, since the garden. It’s a look he wears when he finds himself a little unmoored, when he finds himself a little directionless. It’s a look he wears when he begins to doubt himself.
He’s wearing it now, sitting across from Crowley, half-drunk on Chateau d’Yquem, paused midway through a ramble on books adapted into films. He blinks at Crowley once, twice; his brow furrows.
“Angel?” Crowley asks, sitting up. “S’wrong?”
“Do you know,” Aziraphale says, quite wonderingly, “I think I’m an idiot.”
Crowley can’t help it - he laughs, snorting through his nose. “You’re not,” he says. “You’re the cleverest–the cleverest clever to ever clever.”
“See, that, right there!” Aziraphale says, pointing at Crowley. “That’s it! That’s why I am idiot.”
Crowley laughs harder. “What in the world are you talking about?”
“You!” Aziraphale half-shouts. “You’re in love with me!”
There’s a ringing silence in the bookshop as Crowley’s laugh cuts out. They stare at one another.
“Fuck’s sake, angel,” Crowley says quietly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Sober up.”
There’s a soft shimmer of a miracle being performed, and then they’re still both looking at each other in the silence. Aziraphale’s hands twist and curl together.
“I’m sorry,” he offers, cringing at himself. “I don’t know–I didn’t know.”
Crowley heaves himself up off the sofa, gathering up his jacket. “Nothing for you to be sorry for,” he says amicably. “I’ll just, er, see myself out, I think, call it an early night.”
“Wait–” Aziraphale’s hand catches in his elbow, and Crowley can feel him stepping up close behind him, though he doesn’t turn to look. “Wait,” he repeats. His voice is soft, like unbearably tender. Crowley closes his eyes against it. “I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t tell you,” Crowley says, as calmly as he can. He can feel himself shaking under Aziraphale’s hand, just like one of his plants. “It wasn’t supposed to–it’s not a big deal, angel.”
“It is a big deal,” Aziraphale tells him softly. “Look at me.”
I’m sorry, Aziraphale will say. I didn’t know, he’ll say. It’d be better if you didn’t, he’ll say. Couldn’t you just - miracle it away?
Crowley looks, though. Aziraphale asked him to. Of course he looks.
There’s a way Aziraphale looks sometimes. It’s a look Crowley’s known since the very beginning, since the garden. It’s a look he wears when he offers a wing to shelter under in a storm. It’s a look he wears when he holds out a hand before the end of the world. It’s a look that looks a lot like love.
“Leave it,” Crowley says. It’s a demand because he can’t bear for it to be plea.
“I’m sorry,” Aziraphale says again. “I didn’t know. I thought it was just–I thought it was just me.” There’s a wobbly sort of grin spreading across his face. “I thought it was just me, reflecting back. I’m such an idiot.”
Crowley stares at him. Doesn’t flinch away when Aziraphale touches his cheek. “You mean to say, you–?”
“Yes,” Aziraphale says. “How could I not?”
And it’s true. It’s true because Crowley would feel it, if it were a lie. It’s true because Crowley would see it, if it were a lie.
It’s true because Aziraphale would never lie to him about love.
“Oh my God,” Crowley says, for the first time in six thousand years. “We’re both bloody idiots.”
It doesn’t matter, not right now. Right now, Aziraphale is kissing him, and Crowley has already spent too much time not kissing him back to worry about it any longer.
Actually, people are good by nature and you're a fool if you think otherwise.
This is ridiculous, angel. Nonsense. Red is your colour, after all.
In my country, we have a tradition when some people visit houses to give gifts to children on St. Nicholas day. One of them is dressed up like Saint Nicholas, one as an angel and one as "chort" (aka a devil). Sometimes there are more angels and chorts. As a child, I was always so afraid of the chort that I cried. A lot. He was fcking frightful, all smeared with coal, with horns, black curly hairs, and chains. I was 5.
I like the idea, that Crowley would hand gifts to kids because Crowley loves kids (and he would probably do anything for his angel). And an angel can't be anything else but an angel. Definitely not a devil, don’t be ridiculous Crowley! Also, I believe Adam and the Them would be great chorts.
I still don't believe they did it.
We made a little thing, to celebrate 30 years of Good Omens, and to cheer people up. I hope you like it. Feel free to reblog...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quSXoj8Kob0&feature=youtu.be
Two years ago I sumbitted a few sketches for Good Omens Reverse Bang and had no idea what could come from it. That I could participate on a whole multichaptered story I am imensly proud of? (I'm talkign about Sunshine, don't mind hidden ad) Draw a picture every month? And lastly, most importantly, meet amazing people and make friends? Well, here I am, two years later, joining the Reverse Bang again and being paired with my dear friend and brilliant writer @elfontheshelves again! I would't be happier working with anyone other than you. Thank you for everything ♡ Our latest collab: Questionable home decor or how Crowley's life was turned completely upside down by the appearance of a certain angel back into his life. An angel that had been on his mind for the past, oh so many years.
Below is an original sketch that inspired the story. This is the most detailed sketch I've ever done for the event and completelly redraw it anyway, but I like both. I left the space for third person blank and I let elf to decide who could stand there. Apparently, there were no other option but Aziraphale :D The sketch is based on a photo taken at my friend's wedding I attended with my friend and roomate (we all are very good friends and classmates from high school) this september. Now it's displayed on the fridge in our apartment and I hope it'll stick there for very long time, as long as at Furfur's place.
I just accidentaly made Aziraphale instead of Christmas postcard of angel for my aunt.
It's been a long time that I drew with colour crayon, I miss them
Just want to say that people are kind and good and thank fuck for them.
Such an amazing energy, oh I want to draw like this.
Pulled out various traditional media and felt Good Omens in this chili’s tonight.
Draw me like one of your ineffable husbands.
Regency Aziraphale and Crowley in the style of Ingres’s portrait drawings.
I remember copying Ingres at school was gruelling but equally rewarding. It usually involved hours at the Met drawing room with a magnifier. Each one of his lines is expressive, and every edge is finely controlled. An Ingres copy wouldn’t have the feel of the original at all if it’s not done this carefully with a SHAAARP pencil on very smooth paper. (Ironically, not Ingres paper...)
I took out the same magnifier and all the Ingres catalogues I could find at my place for this drawing too... The struggle is real (?)
Go & Read it.
Here’s my comic about Crowley’s bender in Spain 10 pages, the rest below the cut! Zines are available for preorder!!
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Hello people!there are my works I don't write (even if I really really really want, I could break my both arms and nothing would come up), but I do art, mostly Good Omens fanart and studies.my sideblog with Good Omens content https://www.tumblr.com/siskeyblog
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