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 For one of his magic tricks Aziraphale just stuffed a live dove up his sleeve and it died.   

 And I find that hilarious.

Finally uploaded this! Tumblr wouldn’t allow me to upload the original gif… :(

Anonymous asked: Crowley/Aziraphale, coffee shop AU. aand GO!

You would expect someone who owns a bookshop would be familiar with handling customers. Aziraphale was not. Since working in his bookshop he naturally glares at customers now. Which often result with customers ordering shakily and drinking quicker than he thought possible for humans. Crowley on the other hand was a natural. He was fast with ordering, good at light talk and could balance a number of cups and plates with one hand. He was born to work in a coffee shop. Well, he wasn’t technically born, but you get my gist. 

At the end of one day Aziraphale sat at the back of the shop, looking broodily at the plain tiles. Crowley glided in, smiling mischievously. “What have you done, dear?” Aziraphale sighed, looking at his nails. 

“I’ve been mixing up everyone’s orders all day. Also I miracle everyone’s seats to stick to the floor.” He looked for a reaction from the angel, but found none so continued, “You know how annoying seats who stick to the ground are? You’re just stuck. To the ground.” “I’m not good at this!” The angel blurted out, Crowley frowned, “Meddling with humans? I can-” “No, no, not that.” Aziraphale muttered, “At this job. I’m just no good.” he looked down. Crowley shuffled next to him, “Angel. You don’t need to be goof at this. This is below you, anyway. You can do anything.” Aziraphale lifted his blonde head, “Really?” “Yeah.” smirked Crowley, “Let’s burn this pace down.” “No, Crowley.” frowned Aziraphale.

I just like to imagine Crowley wearing red cowboy boots. 

I haven’t drawn Good Omens art for awhile,  now I know why.

GUIZ I’m starting my (last) art project for college. And it’s a book cover project.

I’m

gonna

do

good

omens.

asparklethatisblue said: snake!Crowley/Aziraphale cuddles? or shenanigans?

Aziraphale sat in the back of his shop; his bright blue eyes scanned the pages of four different books. Crowley had grown to shape shift into his snake form when he grown bored or craving attention. Plus he knows the angel likes him in this form.  He slithered his way up Aziraphales leg, around his waist and up his sleeve. The angel ignored the demon, his eyes strictly on the old pages of the books. Crowley let out a hiss in annoyance. And slivered across the books, yet still Aziraphale ignored him, reading around him and pushing him gently to turn pages. The snake began to knock the books off the desk with his tail; one by one they fell to the floor with a loud thud.  Aziraphale held desperately onto the last one, determined not to crack by Crowley’s antics.  Crowley, then slithered back to the angel, wrapping himself around his hands, like scaly handcuffs. The angel couldn’t turn the pages. He hissed again, triumphantly this time, letting his tongue ticking the angel’s fingers. Aziraphale sighed, finally breaking his eyes away from the pages and into Crowleys gold eyes, “Fine, my dear, come on then.” 

He opened his arms so the snake could wrap himself around his shoulders. Crowley liked being near Aziraphale’s face, it was always so warm and soft. He nuzzled into his neck and rested there until he fell to sleep.