I'm not actually, either.

I signed up for my first Bang ever this year, the Good Omens After Dark Restaurant Bang (AKA Food Fight), with no idea what to expect. I was utterly delighted to be paired with @crowleyissnek, who created this GORGEOUS piece of art for my story:

It is perfect and beautiful!

To find out WHY Aziraphale is feeding Crowley a spoonful of chocolate mousse, go read my story, The Seduction, on AO3:

The Seduction (4313 words) by Mizmak, CrowleyIsSnek Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Godiva Resort Chapter Three - 'Wholeheartedly Surrendered'

A silly, sexy, funny summer romance written by me for the ☀️ Summer Omens Big Bang ☀️ with art by @crowleyissnek & @metalmiez ✨ “Well, I’m not certain that payback is the right word, dear girl. Not when we are both getting exactly what we want.”

❤️‍🔥 Please note that this is X-Rated and NSFW throughout, so please ensure you have privacy before scrolling further. ❤️‍🔥

📝Chapter: 4,490 words Total: 11,899 📝

♀️WLW♀️

That’s Good Omens 3 to me, and specifically the Book of Life plot device and The Decision to end everything.

Rather than engage with the pre-existing rules and tone of the game, the writers of GO3 threw in a last-minute destructive plot device in service of a philosophical conclusion that made the whole conceit collapse. Oh, you liked the rock-paper-scissors worldbuilding? Lmao, well, it’s all bombed now, NERD!

Yes, it’s a made-up silly game. You can subvert expectations if you want, sure. But you’re still an asshole for derailing the assumptions of good faith everyone else was bringing to the game. People don’t like it when you defy established rules just because you want to win and feel superior.

Throwing in a game-breaking move that doesn’t fit the tone of the situation isn’t clever. Ruining the game for everyone else isn’t kind.

In S2 Aziraphale’s love burst the fortressed walls of Heaven’s doctrine, as well as the propaganda of self denial and self deprecation which god wove into his creation, with no concern for the weight of the thing. The Metatron’s coercion changed Aziraphale’s geography, but not his heart.

My own heart is broken over the Finale’s theft of Aziraphale’s chance to tell Crowley that his centuries old Bookshop was an homage to the maddeningly, desirous demon. The yellow a worshipful token of his amber, mesmerizing eyes. So beautiful. So quintessentially Crowley. The rust and bone red walls a reverent benediction to his crimson crown of glory.

So in my hc, there is an angel extolling the ways he’s besotted by the exquisite palette of Crowley’s eyes. There are lingering kisses, casual intimacies and the mundane, quiet joy of the day to day. Above all, there is love in all its infinite diversity of form and its infinite combination of expressions.

Aziraphale and Crowley and The Switch.

Good Omens

coloured pencil drawings

𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴… 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

I have the honor to collaborate with @fallenwithoutgrace and @crowleyissnek for this hot Good Omens Summer Bang 🔥 (@gosummerbang @goodomensafterdark)

I had so much fun drawing the ineffable wives kissing in the rain 🌧️

Go and read it now ⏩️ “Godiva Resort”

Crowley took one look at the heatwave, declared it personally catered to his cold-blooded self, and decided he and his angel deserved a beach vacation.

Hell’s position on summer holidays is, officially, that they do not exist and that the concept itself is an Earth thing that’s reserved for stinky humans. However, Hell’s position has never once stopped our demon from doing anything.