Like the devil and the holy water š¤š
Aziraphale: I cannot speak French and I refuse to dress like someone that isnāt being actively guillotened right now. Also, I canāt perform miracles.
Aziraphale: Time for crepes, brioche, and a stint as damsel in distress.
Crowley, aka the one who turned Aziraphale into a hedonists: I have regrets.
Crowley: Are we going on a date or wot?
Nina: I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.
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Nina: I'm not funny, I'm just really mean and people think I'm joking.
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Crowley: So jellyshish-
Nina, laughing: JELLYSHISH!?
Crowley: You know what I meant!
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Maggie: Made you all playlists!
Maggie: Nina, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.
Maggie: Crowley, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.
Maggie: And Muriel has the ABBA Gold album.
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Crowley: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.
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Crowley: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. Iāll wait.
Nina: You and me!
Crowley: *tearing up* Ok.
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Crowley: Nina likes to say āyou can be part of the problem or part of the solution,ā but I happen to believe you can be both.
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Maggie: Today, Muriel said a swear word, so Nina said that they were going to wash Muriel's mouth out with soap. Muriel replied, āItās okay, I like the taste of soapā. Turns out, theyāve been putting soap on their lips to blow bubbles.
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Crowley: *raises eyebrows*
Nina: Put those back down!
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Nina: Donāt be sad!
Crowley: Why not?
Nina:
Nina: I donāt have a good answer.
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Crowley, to Muriel: Please, picking locks is my specialty.
Crowley: *throws a brick through the window*
Crowley: Okay, letās go.
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Crowley: While I'm gone, you're in charge Muriel.
Muriel: Yes!
Crowley, whispering to Maggie: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad.
Maggie: Obviously.
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Nina: Do you need help getting up?
Crowley: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.
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Crowley: My crush isnāt picking up on my hints.
Nina: What hints have you given them?
Crowley: Well, I think about them a lot.
Crowley: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.
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Nina: How would you like your coffee?
Crowley: As dark as my soul.
Nina: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!
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Maggie: You know what your problem is?
Crowley: I only have one?
Police: Youāre under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.
Nina, with Muriel and Maggie behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!
Police: Yesā¦three.
Nina: Oh, my Godā What the fuck!?
Police: Wha-
Nina: Crowley FUCKING FELL OFF!
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Crowley: *coughs blood*
Nina: Don't die, Crowley!
Crowley: Don't tell me what to do!
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Aziraphale: We have to plan, we have to figure something out.
Crowley: Aziraphale, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.
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Crowley: Iām a masochist, not a loser.
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Muriel: Hello, I'm Muriel. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.
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Jim: Do we have any orange juice left?
Crowley: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*
Crowley: Sorry, weāre all out.
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Aziraphale: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?
Crowley: AS ENEMIES?!
Aziraphale:
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Maggie: One time I went to hand Nina a bowl of soup. I wanted to say āCareful, itās hot!ā, and āHereās your soup!ā, so instead I blurted out āCareful itās soup.ā
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Crowley: Iām gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.
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Aziraphale: That sounds like a terrible plan.
Crowley: Oh, we've had worse.
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Muriel: Where are you going?
Crowley: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.
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Nina: Are you drinking enough water?
Crowley: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.
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Maggie: Why are you drinking?
Crowley: I drink when I'm depressed.
Maggie: But you're always drinking?
Crowley: *smug grin*
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Crowley: Iām not mad, I just need to know why you two had a fake ID.
Muriel: *Incoherent mumbling*
Crowley: Huh?
Muriel: ā¦You need to be 18 to hold the puppies at PetCo.
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Crowley: My gender is in a constant state of flux.
@iswear-imnot-12 did some gorgeous fan art for a fic of mine over on Ao3. It is gorgeous, and I wanted to say thank you!
I just read this amazing good omens fic by @theangelwithawand and had to make a fanart!
This is a 1926 flapper Crowley;
Here are some of my favorite parts:
And my references:
If u liked, please go read it!