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• Pas de Deux en Rouge •

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Sometimes I need to go back into my deep love towards theatre, musicals, ballet and so on - still manifesting/praying/summoning all the supreme entities to make the David and Michael reunion at theatre (involving as much tango, bolero jackets and period costumes as possible) happen🕯️🕯️✨ - aaaaaaand I need to say that I've spent a very long and respectful time drawing their... figures. So, I hope it was worth it🙊🩷

I have SO MANY IDEAS. Get ready, people.

I'm a damn phoenix🐦‍🔥

Bonus: ✨details👀✨

the ✨legs✨

the ✨light✨

Art by @wingly-coded

✨ Just David being David, because the world is on FIRE and I just needed his sweet smile. His face is my happy place ☺️. This was done as a cooldown sketch for spicier work, and was completed in Procreate. One layer, one brush and one eraser. KACHOW! *jazz hands*

A beautiful outfit for a beautiful man ❤️

Sadly, I wasn’t able to watch the BAFTA awards live yesterday 😭 (but gobbled down every snippet that was available online today)

And oh boy, was my for you FLOODED with pictures and videos of David and his GORGEOUS outfits! And of course i had to draw him in his exquisite kilt oufit ❤️‍🔥

(And, of course, i had to make a Crowley version out if it. I couldn’t resist 😆)

Reader insert (gn!reader, lit major!reader, no use of y/n)

Fandom: Good omens

A/N: This is purely self indulgent.

• It was no secret that Aziraphale wasn’t fond of customers. Customers meant he’d need to come up with an excuse not to sell his books, but he did need the shop open from time to time to keep up appearances.

• One such instance you just happened to wander in. You’d been in the area, and the shop was a reminder you should be looking for a specific (though admittedly more niche) classic you wanted to reference it in a paper.

• As you walked in, Aziraphale warned you the shop was closing soon. You noted this as a bit odd, given it was hardly even midday, though you didn’t pay it much time, choosing to ask about the book instead.

• He looked surprised when you mentioned it, nobody had asked about that book in ages. He told you he didn’t have it in stock and recommended you try another store.

• You told him it was fine, this was more of a convenience stop as you technically already had a copy, but you left it at home when you went to college.

• He was a bit confused as to why you’d ever neglect to bring a book to school of all places, to which you explained the reality of college dorming.

• He seemed truly appalled at the thought of having to leave behind any of his precious collection, and a part of you wondered if he’d ever had to worry about money a day in his life.

• You thanked him for his time, heading for the door as you wished him a good day. Suddenly, you heard what you thought was a snap coming from the man behind you, and your phone began to ring. You head into a corner to take the call.

• It was your mom. Apparently, she was miraculously selected last minute to go on a business trip and would be in town tomorrow. You asked her to bring the book and said she'd bring it to you.

• Aziraphale asked you who that was, with a glint in his eyes you almost missed out of excitement. You explained what your mom told on the phone, and he seemed delighted to hear it. You couldn't believe your luck.

• By pure coincidence, you happened to run into him once more, the next day. You'd been at a nearby park, hanging out and feeding the ducks with a couple of friends, when you decided to grab some ice cream from a nearby cart.

• You'd been joking around with one of your friends and neglected to pay attention to your surroundings. Without realizing it, you walked right into someone who was definitely not a part of your group.

• "Shit! I am so sorry!", you cried out. You must've sputtered around a million apologies before you realized you recognized the man. You immediately asked if he was okay. He insisted that he was and not to worry about him. You were assured it was a simple mistake, nothing to fuss over.

• Seeing how embarrassed you were, he opted to change the topic, asking if your mother had dropped off the book yet. You had it in your bag and showed it to him. One of your friends called you a nerd for having it on you, so you playfully shoved them in response.

• You carried on conversation with Aziraphale for a few more minutes, mostly discussing your book. He found your insights to be quite delightful, and invited you back to his shop if you wanted any help on your paper.

• You became a regular after that. You two would spend hours just talking about your favorite stories. Eventually you caught on that none of his books were actually for sale, but you kept your mouth shut.

• He'd help you with any of your assignments, and if you ever needed a part time job he'd figure out something you could do to help out. The bookshop became your second home.

• If you write any of your own stories he'd gladly read through every draft. No detail was too small for him to appreciate or question. Was he a bit harsh with his critiques at times? Yes. Was he always right, though? Also yes.

• If you had issues with your roommate(s) he would offer you a room for a few nights. Even if you refused, he'd tell you that you're always welcome to stay.

• You certainly found your luck improving the more often you hung around the shop. It seemed just a few days after you'd mention a problem to Aziraphale it would work itself out. You found it a bit odd. but thought nothing of it.

• Eventually you'd find yourself opening up about more personal matters. Be it unhealthy relationships or mental health struggles, he listens and gives advice as if he's seen it all before, maybe even lived it himself.

• The two of you would grow closer, and you'd begin to see him as a sort of pseudo-father. Especially when he would lecture you for your language.

• There would be lots and lots of silliness between the two of you. He's just slightly out of touch with your reality which leads to plenty of fun interactions where he wildly misunderstands something.

• You'd definitely meet Crowley eventually. You would probably still be closer with Aziraphale, even if Crowley was a bit easier to relate to.

• You'd join forces with Crowley to force him to get a mobile phone. It would be an uphill battle, but eventually you'd just buy him one yourself and get it over with. (Watching him learn how to use it is something you'll never stop laughing about).

Father figure!Crowley with a child reader

Fandom: Good Omens

Gn!reader, child!reader, no use of Y/N

A/N: Dad!Crowley has such a special place in my heart you don’t understand </3. Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy!

• Crowley wouldn’t be the traditional type of father figure by any means (Not that this comes as a surprise to anyone).

• He’d insist he was taking care of you because kids are easy to manipulate, similar to what he did with Warlock. Anyone who sees the way you two interact would know just how much of a lie that was

• A typical day for you two would probably be very chaotic, in all of the best ways. He’d be awake before you, in his office or with his plants.

• You try to sneak up on him. He hears you coming and tells you that you’ve still got quite a bit of time before you’ll actually be able to properly startle him.

• He’d make you breakfast as you babbled on about whatever stories you’d made up or whatever else was on your little mind.

• Once you were ready for the day he’d drop you off at school in the Bentley. He’d still go well over the speed limit, though slightly slower with you as a passenger. You’d love the adrenaline rush you get from racing down a bumpy road.

• He probably gets cut off by a couple of other parents while dropping you off. You copy him as he gives them the finger.

• He’d tell you to be a bad influence on the other kids at school. Not that he’d encourage you to get into a dangerous situation, but you’d definitely teach your classmates some fun new words.

• You’d run out to the Bentley to meet him once class ends. He wasn’t entirely sure how to react to your hugs the first few times, but by now it was second nature for him to wrap his arms around your small figure.

• He’d take your school bags from you as you buckled up. Odds are you’d stop by the bookshop before heading home. Crowley would warn Aziraphale to try not to be too good of an influence on you.

• You’d tell both of them about your day. The pretty flower you saw at recess and the kid who was hogging the slide. You spare no detail, and they’re both hooked on your every word.

• The grown ups would leave to talk about boring adult stuff you honestly couldn’t care less about. You get to play with your toys while they finish up.

• Your final stop before you head home is the park. You need to make sure the ducks are getting fed something other than bread. Your dad is oddly passionate about that. You like it too, of course, but it’s fun hearing him make fun of how stupid the other park-goers are.

• While he wouldn’t put too much pressure on you academically, he’d still make sure you got your homework done. He’d walk you through anything you needed help with. Even if he’d never taken a formal math class being alive for 6,000 years teaches you a thing or two.

• Technically he didn’t need to eat, but you refused to have dinner without him, so he got into the habit. You’d alternate whose turn it was to pick dinner.

• Sometimes you’d try to help him in the kitchen, other times you’d watch cartoons or draw on the floor. If he needed to give something time to bake or cool down he’d plop down on the sofa and watch either you or the TV until he was inevitably dragged into one of your games (not that he would mind).

• Even if you were playing something as simple as candy land he could never find it in him to be bored with what he was doing if you were there. Even if listening to the same song for the fifth time was getting slightly irritating.

• Dinners would consist of you two being overly sassy with one another. You play off of each other’s energy like second nature.

• Once you’re done eating you’d either continue playing or finish up with your homework. Either way you’d beg to stay up ‘just 5 more minutes!’ Before going to bed.

• He’d ruffle your hair and tell you if you go to bed now then you can feed the ducks again tomorrow. You go get ready, insisting you’re not going because he told you to, but because you want to feed the ducks. “Of course!”, he’d reply as you’d head off to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

• You’d try to sneak up on him again once you finish getting ready for bed, and get the same results as you did in the morning, before he’d scoop you up and take you to your room.

• Some days you’d pretend to fight it, laughing as you squirm in his arms. Other days you just let him grab you, wrapping your arms around him and pulling your head close to his chest. He hopes you don’t notice you’ve gotten too big for him to do this without using a miracle.

• He’d have issues actually saying the words “I love you”, but he’d show it in a million tiny ways. Even if you were only young you still picked up on them.

• You’ve mostly outgrown bedtime stories at this point, but sometimes you can’t resist the urge to ask him to tell you about one of his supernatural adventures.

• Your favorite stuffed animal to snuggle up with would be a plush snake. You’re not really sure when you got it, but it’s been your favorite for as long as you can remember.

• If you have nightmares that wake you up you instinctually cry out for Crowley. He’s there in a heartbeat. Sometimes you want to talk to him about it, other times you just cry as he holds you. Either way you fall back asleep in his arms as he holds you close, letting you know nothing can hurt you if he’s around.

• Nights he has an assignment are rough. You can always reach his mobile, but it’s not the same. He tends to leave behind one of his jackets for you to wrap yourself up in, just in case.

• You never once doubt that he’ll be back in the morning. You know you’ll try to sneak up on him again, and he’ll tell you that there’s still a long way for you to go before you can scare him.