Decided to make a Reverse Omens AU. Crowley is a giant snake made of fire, Az is a moth with a collection of forbidden tomes who loves his lamp husband.
Cassiel: Perhaps a certain demon could be pulled away from his book for a small dance and overheard gossip from topside?
Azriel: Ohh, that sounds quite tempting coming from an angel.
Introducing Azriel, a quiet, smooth talking, book loving demon with an inability to keep a single plant alive, and Cassiel, an angel who owns a vinyl shop with a garden out the back.
IT ONLY TOOK ME 3 YEARS TO MAKE MY OWN REVERSE OMENS BOYS Happy belated GO day!
Just random Crowley sketches, the one female version was mostly an afterthought and even then came out way too top heavy for their build, thus my chicken scratch along the side claiming they invented push up bras lol.
“Do you want to follow along Her god damn Plan and keep those white wings of yours, or do you want to fall and go through pain far worse than this?!”
Did a drawing of @hamiltonian-operator and I’s Reverse Omens AU roleplay, where the demon, Azursus, tries to knock some sense into the angel, Cassiel, who wants to save the children from the flood.
Aziraphale was here, finally, but it didn’t seem to stop the misery that clung to his bones, the emptiness inside of him that felt like a vast moorland where the sky was ever gray and overcast, and the wind blew cold, rattling winter-bare branches.
Crowley touched the dark glasses that obscured his face, hiding the tears that brimmed in his eyes.
This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? And yet having it didn’t do much more than fill him with anticipation and dread in equal parts. Since then he had learned what a Prince of Hell was like, really like, and he glanced at Aziraphale, wondering if all that resided within him too. As if walking through a sunny meadow and suddenly stepping into a gaping void, a pit that he had never imagined existed, and it was all right there and had always been there, if only he had bothered to pay attention.
“Are you all right, my dear? You seem rather quiet.”
“Oh. No. Fine. Fine, that’s me.” Crowley felt himself stumbling for words. “Just fine, nothing’s wrong. So. Been a while.”
“Yes. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to properly send you a message. Couldn’t even look in if I wanted. There are rules.”
“Yeah, I know about rules.” And Crowley winced, feeling that what he had said was too harsh and perhaps he should have been more understanding and less bitter.
“I wish…it hadn’t been so long. But it was almost impossible to get away. I suppose I’m lucky to be here.”
“Yeah.” Crowley didn’t realize it until Aziraphale put a questioning hand on his shoulder, but he was sitting hunched over, curled up on himself as if waiting for the next blow.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You know I’ll forgive you.”
“Yes, that is in your nature. But…you don’t have to. Not if you don’t feel it.” Aziraphale smiled a little sad smile. “After all, it’s in my nature to not be forgiven or forgivable.”
