Anthony Jangel Crowley

hey, y’all! let me honorably invite you to the gomens party house, a silly good omens discord server! it began eight months ago in my dreams and has since become an unruly beast, and i would love if you’d join me inside. 

in the party house, we have a lot of cool stuff, including but not limited to thrice-monthly live fic readings, spontaneous game nights with our custom CAH deck, and small communal gatherings where we yell very loudly for no reason at all! we also have several offshoot servers– like one for gomenssonas and one for mia_ugly’s fic Slow Show!

i asked users to describe it in three words, and the first three were “feral”, “feral”, and “home”. join us, won’t you?

Aziraphale Bonus:

"Nice and gentle and-" "Angel, stop i-" "lovable and caring and-" "I, haha, I mean it, stop, hehehe, or I'll-" "Hm? Or you what?" "I'll- uh...ngk... Dunno... I mean...please, keep going..?"

Crowley: I can??

Aziraphale: I wasn't giving you a permission-

“Okay.”

“… I’m… sorry?”

“Well I mean you should be, you’ve been acting like an ass this whole time, but whatever, okay. I’ll join you.”

“You– wha?”

“Well I already can’t use my powers to rescue a kitten from a tree without being eyeball deep in Should Supers Be Government Regulated discourse. And selective media coverage that makes me look like a prick. And have you seen the memes? I’m done.”

“I–”

“And I got a tooth knocked out in a fight last week but I don’t get dental coverage for this gig. Or, you know. Income of any kind, livable or not. But you own a multi-billion dollar evil corporation so I assume there’s benefits?”

“Yes. There’s… yes.”

“So whatever, I’m in. Evil’s my middle name, or something. What’s our plan?”

“…”

“Do you… what, do you not have a plan?”

“Honestly no, I really didn’t think you’d be on board, I– I’m not sure how to proceed from here.”

“Talk it out over drinks on you?”

“What are you doing?” he asks, throat dry.

“What’s it look like I’m doing, I’m getting my kit off.”

“It’s going to be freezing.”

“You’re always the one saying I should have more fun. This is me. Having fun. And trying not to be disgusted by it,” Crowley argues, and Aziraphale looks away just in time as he whips off his trousers.

I HAVE FINISHED IT! Well @justkeeptrekkin complimented my art after I posted about falling in love with their fics; specifically   Any Way You Want It  where the husbands take a cute little post-nonapocolyptic holiday. I just had to paint the beach scene. I did my best to put as much gay panic into Zira’s face as I could. Again you’re a fantastic author, and I hope you like it! <3

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‘…he used every means short of actual physical violence to prevent customers from making a purchase.’