Anthony J. Crowley 𖤝

@mrajcrowley.bsky.social

Following an angel.

"ur so confident how u do it?" Don't be fooled by the sunglasses and the attitude. Trust me, I've got enough demons rattling around my head to keep me occupied for several eternities. Everyone's fighting something, even the ones who look like they've got the whole bloody universe under control.

A demon in B&W.

After our little walk today Aziraphale and I felt like spending the evening in our greenhouse lounge. So while the angel prepared something to nibble, I went down to the cellar and fetched us an exquisite vintage. ... Right now we're both lying on our back and hold hands. Bliss. 🍁🏡🍁

The shopkeeper said, "Oh, I'd imagine you'd have some grand memories, Mr. Fell. You musta been a real fancy child!" Everyone laughed and I said, "Well, I'm certain I was!" But it made me quite sad, because I had no clue what type of child I might have been, because I'd never been a child at all.

*lifts Addercrombie with his left hand, takes close look* Open ya snout, I need to see ya fangs. *hears Addercrombie hiss, hisses back at adder* Ya told me something’s wrong with ya bloody fangs, I need to see them! *watches adder open snout, nods, offers index finger* Bite down!

It’s moments like these we both, Aziraphale and I, enjoy the most. Silly? Maybe. But we no longer have to pretend. We no longer have to hide our feelings for each other. We can be Us now. —— And yes, it’s me who wins the game most of the time. (Don’t tell him I said that 😈)

Tanpopomugishu@tanpopomugishu.bsky.social · last wk.

👼: Crowley, enough !! I give! I give! You win! 😈: What was that, angel? Didn't hear you. -- They are in a silly mood this morning. 🙂‍↕️ -- Thought I'd leave something cute here before I start working on my Kinktober post. 🤣 #Goodomens #Goodomensfanart #Aziraphale #Crowley #Aziracrow #southdownscottage

Crowley and Aziraphale are having a playful tickle fight on a bed, both wearing matching plaid pajamas. Crowley in black and red, and Aziraphale in white and blue. Crowley is kneeling over Aziraphale, with one of Aziraphale’s thighs held between his legs as he leans forward with a playful expression. He holds Aziraphale down with one arm while using his other hand to tickle him.

Aziraphale is lying on his back among the pillows, laughing and squirming as he tries to escape. One of his legs is raised in reaction to the tickling, while his free hand pushes against Crowley’s head, as though trying to fend him off while still enjoying their playful moment.

The bed is rumpled beneath them, with pillows scattered around. Large monstera plants fill the left side of the room, and bright morning sunlight streams in, filling the space with warm, golden light.

Every time we’re in London, Aziraphale starts telling me about all the books he wants to take home with us. Gets all excited about it. Eyes lighting up, hands waving about, the whole lot. And my response is always the same. “No.” But of course, he always gets to win the game, and it reminds me of…