#laudaddy

This was a gift for a close friend that i never finished. She won't see this, but im sure she would have loved it.

A demon on Laudanum in 1827

An image requested by @kotias for her fanfiction https://archiveofourown.org/works/53713963 in connection to @goodomensafterdark

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am almost...

done...

writing...

my latest chapter...

of Stunning View!

(The full chapter 7)

FREAKING FINALLY!

It's scheduled for Thursday! 🎉

Stunning View cover art by @lexarturo

I'm excited because: science, new custom art, some of my best writing, and a love letter to Crowley. 🤓 🖼️ 🌎 ✍️ 💌

~NEW ART by Orth~

How about some cryptic teases?

Day 3: "Laudanum" – Good Omens (Season 2, AU)

What if... Crowley wasn't called back to Hell after Edinburgh? Aziraphale would have to do some baby demon-sitting. As we say in French, « Sainte Patience, au secours. »

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Give the man his well deserved award! He does it all - physical comedy, jump scares, dancing, dark comedy, dry humor - and his delivery is always ON! The variety throughout Season 2 is astounding and the way he plays off of Michael's humor makes this the best double act on TV. When I need a smile and a laugh, I turn to these two. David Tennant, emotional support snake!

Birthday fic for @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist, who makes amazing art for us lucky ducks at @goodomensafterdark, and sometimes even for my writing.

Summary: After saving Elspeth, Crowley doesn’t get pulled down to hell, and instead Aziraphale has to take care of a laudanum-inebriated demon. Later, Crowley discovers exactly how fun it is to get his wings groomed.

TW/CW: Mentions of suicide attempt by Elspeth, laudanum intoxication, wing kink

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Crowley freed himself from Aziraphale’s grasp and skipped down the road, nearly crashing into a woman.

“M’lady.” He tipped his hat in an exaggerated low bow of apology, nearly falling over in the process.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale exclaimed, shooting an apologetic smile at the woman who was clutching her handbag and scurrying away. “Get a hold of yourself.”

You should get a hold of me, Crowley thought.

“I beg your pardon?” said Aziraphale.

Whoops. He’d said that out loud.

“So stuffy, angel. Stuffier than a pin cushion.” He opened his arms and twirled around. “Where to next?”

“I rather think you should get to bed,” Aziraphale said.

You should take me to bed, Crowley thought.

“Excuse me?!”

Whoops. He’d said that one out loud too.