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I hope they absolutely tear shit up in heaven
Micheal lovers, this one’s for you
From @crown-ov-horns post about Micheal in this dress🖤
I’m not too confident in the wings because I’ve literally never drawn anything like them before and I also couldn’t decide on what I wanted to do with the background for a very long time so try not to pay it much mind
I’ve also never drawn chainmail before so hopefully this looks good enough lol
Edit: fixed some things
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Sometimes I think about how liberating that moment must have been for Aziraphale:
Like yeah, scary too, I'm not trying to paint Aziraphale's experience in Hell as some kind of a fun trip.
But also.
Angel spent most of his existence (since Before the Beggining!) fearing something would happen to Crowley. With a big part of this 'something' coming from the very fact of them being close - can you imagine living with the knowledge that you are one of the reasons why your loved one is perpetually in a mortal danger?
And here? Aziraphale has a chance to change it. Maybe not forever (though I think Aziraphale would want to believe it is possible), but for a while for sure.
Scare all of Hell's demons away from Crowley. Make Michael of Heaven aware that holy water won't work on him. Convince everybody that Crowley has a lot, a lot more to offer, and he's the one to be feared. Make people who might hurt Crowley- Beelzebub, Hastur, Dagon, Michael - agree to left him alone for foreseeable future.
Can you imagine - living with a fear so big that it has become basically a part of your identity, and then get a chance to laugh the sources of that fear in their faces? Break away from that constant feeling of terror and hopelessness, believe that you can finally save your loved one in a way that matters most to you?
Yes, it didn't last long - for 4 years at most. Then all that happened in S2 made it clear they won't be left alone by their higher-ups, and that their de facto partnership is still something that can be used to put a collar of fear on angel.
But that exact moment? I think it was everything for Aziraphale.
#good omens#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#good omens season 2#I also think it was what influenced his S2 behavior the most#as that fear was something that was slowing down their relationship for millenia#and then that fear just got resolved - at least for Aziraphale#well#before it turned out it wasn't resolved at all of course
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Hi! If it's not a bother, I would love to read your thoughts on the picture of Crowley & Az from Hamlet existing in Heaven. I have never been able to get my head around that & your posts always get me seeing things in a different way. I'd be interested to know what you think. Thank you!!!
Hello there. 💕 It's never a bother and thanks for the interest and kind words! You also get a bit of a semi-related, bonus meta, as thinking about this scene for you ended up being how I came up with structuring the thoughts I had for the Jim Sorting Books post. There is hot chocolate today since the photo comes from a Gabriel scene. *gets the angel mugs* You'll need it, most likely, as my thoughts on those photos, while short, are a bit dark.
You mentioned the Hamlet photo as the part that stumps you and I'd agree with that being the most intriguing inclusion here because it brings up the question of how these photos were taken. They all look to be taken in the same way but cameras, as we know them, didn't exist in 1601. While we could get into the ideas of Heaven having different technology, it's the Hamlet photo you're talking about that I suspect could contain the answer. I'm not sure if it's this but I don't think I've seen this possibility mentioned. Apologies if it has been.
In 1601, Crowley and Aziraphale are facing the stage in The Globe, right? That image of them is taken from the perspective of someone with a clear view of them-- someone on stage or just behind it at The Globe. If you look at the other images from St. James' Park, Crowley in 1862 and Aziraphale in 2008 are looking in the direction of the observer, like they feel like they're being watched. Maybe it's not always by people with literal cameras, exactly... Michael said they went through the "Earth Observation Files" to get these photos to give to Gabriel and I think what they mean by that is that they combed through people's memories.
I think these images weren't taken with physical cameras the way we know them but they're images from the minds of people, human or supernatural or both, who observed Crowley and Aziraphale at different times. The Hamlet photo is someone's mental image of Crowley and Aziraphale from seeing them there in that moment. All of this kind of Heaven's data is aggregated from the minds of angels or from humans, likely those who have since died and are in Heaven.
Something I think might be a clue to this is how Crowley quickly goes through the minds of everyone around them to see if anyone is actually looking at them before they swap bodies back in S1. He's scanning the minds of every person in their general vicinity and noting on what their attention is focused in order to determine that they are suitably alone enough to swap bodies back unobserved.
1601 was also a Reece Shearsmith scene about the theatre (a performance; people observing) and its related mirror in S2 is The Blitz, Part 2, where Reece Shearsmith returns and is now playing Furfur, who seeks to gain photographic evidence against Crowley and Aziraphale. The 1941 photo parallels the photo trio from S1.
Furfur has to take a picture with a camera-- a chronologically slightly ahead-of-its-time Polaroid-- to present to Dagon as evidence. This presumes that his own mental observation of Crowley & Aziraphale or that of any of the Zombie Trio's own, wouldn't be seen as enough evidence in Hell. That makes sense, since the demons we've met basically all have Swiss cheese memories from their experiences with Heaven. They wouldn't trust anything but the hard evidence of an image taken with an external device.
I kind of like the idea because it also goes along with the theme of recognition. Even if Crowley and Aziraphale were trying not to be observed, the idea is that the images of them do exist in the minds of others and there are plenty of images that aren't of them being stalked. They also just exist in the observation files of everyone they've ever met throughout all of history.
That Hamlet photo is one that both Crowley and Aziraphale would probably actually want, even with its dubious provenance, and they have maybe one picture of the two of them together from all of history at present. I'm pretty sure that Gabriel has the Hamlet photo in whatever pocket dimension locker he also used to stash his suit when he fled Heaven (you know he stashed the suit lol)... so, I guess, at least Jim knows what he's giving his friends for Christmas this year?
Also hey @tickety-boooo? How did we miss this scene that basically *is* our theory?! Check out the three photos-- one each of all the ways they are presented to us, with the one Gabriel pulls closer being the one of them in the private formation with Crowley on Aziraphale's right. 😲
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Hi, yes, it's Spencer again with his "what's ifs" and silly scenarios. Are you comfortable? Fantastic. Now lend me your ear for a sec *cracks knuckles*
In an universe where Adam followed the plan and Aziraphale and Crowley were equally as incompetent at stopping the Apocalypse, the Holy War would happen, obviously
Aziraphale would be given the leadership of a platoon and Crowley would be given a weapon he hasn't used in 6000 years and wished he never would have to again
They fight, because it's kill or be killed, ever without knowing if the other is still alive or not, afraid and yet keeping an eye out for the other for no other reason than their desire to see each other at least once more
It's like reliving the same trauma all over again, but this time you know your best friend is across enemy lines and you don't know if you will be the one to kill him or not
The Earth is destroyed. The humans die as collateral damage and the planet becomes nothing but a wasteland
Whoever wins is irrelevant. Both sides have a high number of casualties and the survivers of the losing side are taken as war prisoners
Maybe if Hell wins, the remaining angels will be turned into slaves for Satan and other high ranking demons. If Heaven wins, the demons would be locked up for all eternity in the fire pits that used to be Hell, watched by angels
Crowley and Aziraphale survive, regardless of the scenario, but they have no idea the other did. At the end of the war, free or not, they mourn each other, that is, until they find each other again
Maybe Aziraphale became one of Dagon's slaves and, when Crowley figures out, he does everything in his power to make sure he is safe (or as safe as one can be in this situation) and bends over backwards to try and take him away from under Dagon's power
Aziraphale, in the version where Heaven wins, is one of the angels guarding the pits (flaming sword, remember?) and he SEES Crowley. He starts to pay more attention to that specific pit where Crowley is imprisoned with other demons and tries to come up with a plan to get him out of there
The point is: they succeed
Eventually they are reunited and it's strange. They probably haven't seen each other in many years, both have their own scars and new traumas. Their 6000 years on Earth together feel like another life entirely, but here they are. At first they look at each other from a few feet apart. They analyze each other's faces like it's the first time they are seeing each other.
Aziraphale feels tears running down his face and Crowley gives a step forward, reaching out with his hand, regretting it almost as soon as he lifts it. But before he can put it down again, he is gifted with a sudden armful of angel, being hugged in an embrace thight enough that if he was human some of his ribs would have shattered for sure. He stays still for a second or two, but eventually gets his arms around Aziraphale, hugging him just as tight.
"Angel." It comes out as a whisper against Aziraphale's hair, his voice rasp as he fights his own emotions. Like he thought he would never get to say that again.
"You're alive." Aziraphale whispers back, hidding his face on Crowley's neck, whom doesnt resist and runs one of his hands through the blond curls.
"So are you."
They look at each other for a moment, self conscious of their positions, and both take a step back away from each other.
"...What do we do now?"
Crowley offers him a sad smile.
"The Earth is long gone." He offers Aziraphale his hand. "But Alpha Centauri is still out there somewhere. No one would find us." Aziraphale looks between his hand and his face. "What do you say, angel? Just the two of us. No more angels, no more demons, no more wars. Just us."
Aziraphale looks him in the eye for a moment or two, before opening a small smile and reaching out to his hand.
"Just us."
*closes curtains*
Oof okay *sits next to you* ya know I keep meaning to write short lil stuff to amuse myself and my what ifs but Crowley and Aziraphale kinda get a life of their own and the writing gets out of my hand. But, hey, thank you for your ear, I will probably need it again at some point but you can keep it for now
#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#david tennant#michael sheen#anthony j crowley
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michael and dagon having meetings in nina's coffee shop is something that can actually be so personal.
they become regulars (of course). michael starts off as an americano but then graduates to something sweet like an caramel oatmilk latte with a lot of encouraging from dagon, who probably orders some unholy concoction no one but her would drink (open for suggestions on this one we dont have a lot of starbucks or similar coffee shops like that here and i dont go to them).
nina and maggie, who practically lives in the café now, watch them with big lesbian eyes and the urge to interfere.
dagon tends to be fashionably late while michael always leaves first, so after a few weeks, nina starts chatting with a mildly resistant michael before dagon arrives and pulls the exact same shit she pulled on crowley.
"so, how long have you and partner been together?"
"who?"
"the gorgeous red-head you meet here every wednesday"
"i- we're- what?" and michael blushes, deeply confused, and nina realizes they're not just lesbians but useless lesbians (i'm allowed to say that i'm also one dw). so she has the same conversation with dagon after michael leaves, who is, luckily, more self aware in that regard.
"ahh, i wish, but you know how angels are, easy to tempt in theory but masters at resisting that final little pull"
"then maybe you have to be the one to push" and nina leaves dagon to have a crisis in peace.
next wednesday, they're both late. very late. half an hour late, and nina and maggie get a bit worried because fuck, what if we screwed this up.
then they come in together with messy hair and wearing the same shade of (smeared) lipstick, and michael definitely has a hickey on her neck and nina is just like.
"ah. it worked. amazing. your usual order then?"
#alex talks good omens#good omens#ineffable administration#michael good omens#dagon good omens#angelfish#michael x dagon#good omens season 2#go2#vinylatte is all dont mess with out love life and then go mess with everyone elses#and honestly thats a slay for me
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Real One
Vixenne: *Smiles, entering the party with Amara* The main attraction has arrived!
Alastor: *Narrows his eyes, keeping Amara close*
Amara: Oh this looks amazing, demon parties are interesting!
Vixenne: Come on darling, this way! Alastor you can go chat with some of the other guests!
Alastor: I can do what now?
Vixenne: *Walks away with Amara* Darlings meet my friend Amara, ain't she a beauty!
Vixenne: Amara darling, meet Torrent and his friend Dagon!
Dagon: *Waves* Hey..
Vixenne: We're working on a project together! You get to know Torrent, I need to have a word with Dagon
Vixenne: Oh and if Amarillys comes tell her I'll be right back
Amara: *Waves, sitting beside Torrent*
Torrent: How'd you become friends with Vix?
Amara: *Giggles* She found me wondering around and brought me into her shop! I've been friends with her since then!
Torrent: *Chuckles* That's Amara for you~
???: Torrent.
Torrent: Amarillys! Hey!
Amarillys: *Nods to him then eyes Amara* Who's this...
Torrent: She's Vixenne's friend!
Amarillys: *Narrows her eyes* ..I see...
Amarillys: *Grabs Amara's hair forcing her up* I didn't know Vix became friends with an angel....
Amara: *Gasps, her eyes wide*
~~~
Alastor: *Perks up and looks over* Lady beauty..
~~~
Amarillys: *Tighens her grip on Amara's hair* What's an angel d-
???: *Slaps Amarillys down*
Vixenne: *Scowls, an arm in front of Amara* You bitter bitch!
Amarillys: Vix!
Vixenne: *Grabs Amarillys' hair, hauling her up* How do you like it when I pull your hair like this!? Who said you could hurt my friend!!
Vixenne: *Drops Amarillys and turns to Amara* Oh darling are you alright
Amara: Yes...
Vixenne: Come, I'll take you back to the hotel
Alastor: *Walks over, lifting Amara's head then shooting Amarillys a look* Yes....we should get home..
Amara: Okay
Vixenne: *Walks away beside Amara, Alastor following them* This party is hardly worth it anyway.
~~~
Amara: *Lays asleep in bed then flinches awake as screams broadcasted from the radio tower*
Vixenne: *Sits up surprised* Oh my
Amara: What was that?
Vixenne: No idea honey but it seems like a new victim was found
Amara: Oh dear...that's terrible
Vixenne: I know..
@anxious-twisted-vampire
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day 6, dahlia / it still bleeds. Angelfish again, might do them for everything, who knows. I love them lots.
“I might like a house on Earth,” says Jeanne, “with a garden. I’ll grow dahlias.”
“I’ll get you a house,” says Michael decisively. Heaven does have a system for that, the allocation of Earthly residences to saints and angels stationed there. She’ll fast track the process for Jeanne. Jeanne will have her house. This is good, Jeanne had avoided Earth while her mortal mother Isabelle had been alive. She’d missed it, she’d loved it before (Michael won’t say it, won’t think it, it still bleeds in them both) it was her home, and it’s good she wants to go back to the things she liked. Have something for herself that’s about more than just the thing Michael’s not thinking about.
“No,” says Jeanne, shaking her head. “I want us to have a house. You and me and Dagon.”
“I'll ask,” says Michael.
“She's your girlfriend, why would she say no?”
Girlfriend isn't the word Michael would have used for Dagon. It doesn't exactly capture the centuries of encounters they've had, or the way she knows how far she can push a blade against her skin before she bleeds, the familiar saltwater smell that hangs around her, her sigh and laugh, the way her scales peel when she's stressed or how she lets Michael (enemy, she’s her enemy, except she’s not) soothe them. Girlfriends can’t begin to explain the ichor staining her fingers or the sweet tingling of their hands slotting together. There is no word for that.
Michael asks. “Jeanne wants a house on Earth,” she says the next time they’re together, as if it’s neutral.
Dagon’s swinging her feet off the edge of the roof they’re both on. “I can get her one. Won’t take long.”
Michael could have (should have) predicted this. “She wants us both to live in it with her.”
Dagon’s feet go still.
“I told her I’d ask you,” says Michael. “You can say no.”
Dagon sinks her head between her shoulders. “No.”
“She’ll be disappointed.” Michael clenches and unclenches her fist around her thumb. “I would like if… I would like you to say yes.”
“I can’t.”
Michael knew she’d say this. She doesn’t know why she’s disappointed now. “Why?”
“I can’t do that to you,” says Dagon, all choked up. “Don’t ask me to do that to you. You deserve better.”
“Dagon, I don’t know what you mean.” Michael crouches beside her, to be close to her.
“I can’t live with you. I can’t let them see me living with you. It’s too dangerous.”
“Would Hell keep tabs on you like that?”
Dagon hunches in on herself even more. “Heaven does. Don’t they?”
And then it hits. Dagon isn’t worried about herself, she’s worried about Michael, Michael and Jeanne. “You sweet - you lovely - it won’t be like that. We’ll be safe.”
“I can’t put you in danger.”
“If there are records, I’ll know about them. I’ll dispose of them,” Michael promises.
“You don’t know that. You don’t know you can. Awful things could happen. You could Fall.”
“I won’t Fall.”
“I couldn’t see you Fall. I couldn’t bear it.”
Michael knocks her shoulder into Dagon’s. “I won’t Fall,” she says again.
Dagon swallows. “If you can be sure, if you can prove that… you can't. I won't let you Fall."
Dagon doesn’t come to their next meeting.
Has she done it? Has she pushed her away? She wouldn’t end it like this. She couldn’t. Doesn’t she feel the same?
Michael waits. Eventually she can’t wait anymore, can’t wonder what she did wrong, can’t deny the creeping fear that something has happened to Dagon.
She takes the lift straight down to Hell.
It’s Ligur she sees when the door opens. He doesn’t look very surprised. He nods at her, she nods back.
She opens her mouth to speak, but he gets there first. “I’m not going to ask, and I don’t want to know. I’ll take you where you need to go.”
She debates telling him she’s fine, she’ll find it. He is a demon, after all. (A demon, like Dagon, the enemy.) But this is Ligur, and he has always been a good colleague. She’ll even dare to call him a friend. He leads her through the grimy corridors of Hell, with the awful demotivational posters on the walls. He stops abruptly, so she almost crashes into him. “Here we are.”
It’s a door. It’s almost the same colour as the wall, though she isn’t sure if that’s the real colour or just dirt. She reaches out and grasps the handle.
“This is where I leave you,” he says, and turns away.
She shouldn’t let him go. This could be a trap. But it isn’t - there’s a filthy plaque at eye level, and she can barely make out the words but they are there: DUKE DAGON. LORD OF FILES. MASTER OF TORMENTS.
How did Ligur know? She supposes she’s grateful to him. She tries the handle, and it turns, but the door won’t open. There’s a heavy weight against it.
“Don’t come in,” says Dagon.
“Dagon,” says Michael, “it’s me, please.”
Shuffling, and the weight is gone. Michael goes inside.
Dagon looks awful. Her scales are peeling, there are bags under her eyes. “Dagon,” Michael says, “hey.”
“You’re okay,” says Dagon, “you haven’t fallen yet, you’re okay. You should leave.”
Michael shakes her head. “I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving you. I won’t Fall. Not ever. That hasn’t happened since - you know.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt. You’ll get hurt because of me, I’ve been… I worry.”
“I won’t, I’m sure of it,” says Michael. “It’s my risk to take and I’ll take it. Let me risk this to be with you.”
“You won’t Fall,” says Dagon, like she’s catching up. “You can’t. It’s not possible.”
“Let me choose you.”
“...Okay.”
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Bored, might go and torment Shax
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it will be a genuine betrayal if you don't let me join you
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Darling, please don't.
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Don't listen to the killjoy angel. Come on. Get your swords.
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uh, sorry, Dagon, I - I don't think I'm capable of leaving the cottage at the moment.
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It always works.
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You marry an angel and suddenly, all the fun just gets sucked out of your life.
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What do you mean? An angel has been married? That's against our policies!
Tell me this is about someone else. Tell me you haven't married another angel... Or was I that drunk at the last rendezvous?
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Please, you threw Uriel out long ago. What they do is none of your business.
It's about Abby Morningstar. I'd never. No one but you.
....would you? With me? Or would you have to be drunk?
#heaven being heaven #insufferable as always
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Squit!
So, what is Cthulhu. Seemingly simple answer, he's just the big guy in the ocean with the octopus head, right? He's dead but will come back some day, he broadcasts his dreams, HPL is pretty explicit about Big C, going so far as to draw him on multiple occasions. Pretty uncomplicated.
And I hate uncomplicated (when it comes to Mythos beasties) so let's talk about my Cthulhu.
There exists a force which has been interpreted and reinterpreted by various cultures which have interacted with its influence. It is localized at a central point which appears at seemingly random times, a strange and gigantic formation of stones that give the appearance of a great city. There is a biological mass under these stones. How large? Completely unknown, as it has never left, if it even can.
This mass, this force, this being, it is a massive psychic explosion, continuously transmitting itself to the brains of those sensitive to feel it. Those touched by its outreach are driven to acts they never thought possible, given knowledge they should never have, seeing the distant future and past. Pacifist philosophers become serial killers, violent criminals become sensitive artists. The devout priest denounces their faith, and the staunch atheist claims he saw angels.
On rare occasions, these psychic phenomenon become physically manifest. They follow no laws of physics, are nit made of matter, but are very much real. The Deep Ones call the manifestation they witness Dagon. We know one as the creature depicted in the famed idol of the Louisiana Swamp Cult. But these are not Cthulhu, just his pure psychic energy given manifest. The thing that slumbers under R’lyeh is much larger, much more terrible, and constantly casting it's horrible influence on the Earth.
Thematically, Cthulhu is about the end of the world. Specifically, it's about the inevitability of the end. It's the crushing ocean-like pressure of knowing that nothing you do will matter in the end. Like. It represents total control, the perfect storm, the end of days that could never be avoided with every step meticulously placed. Not an uncaring cosmos, but a cosmos so perfectly designed to fuck you over.
It's a realization that transforms you. Some people find it freeing. Toss aside your morals, your responsibilities, nothing matters anyways! Kill and revel and enjoy yourself! This is the only time you get before it crushes you underfoot.
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Kicking down your door with a Good Omens Headcanon
The first thing Crowley does after getting out of Hell following his adventures in Edinburgh isn't to find Aziraphale. He needs time to think first. It's been over 30 years in the pit, being 're-educated' under Beezlebub and Dagon's tender mercies.
He's not doing that again.
Here's one solution- he toes the company line. Swear off of anything that could be vaguely construed as kindness, niceness, or goodness. Only proper evil from here on out, no more rescuing children or saving souls from their own bad decisions. This would be the easiest thing to do, really. Just be the demon he was meant to be. No going out of his way. He would still find a way to make sure the Arrangement remains, but otherwise, he can just go hands off. No intervening . Let the chips fall where they may. All he'd have to do is *not act.*
He's surprised when he finds himself in Scotland. He tells himself it's a coincidence that he's meandering along the outskirts of Edinburgh, away from the familiar stink of the city (he is pleased to see construction has begun on a sewer project-- hopefully the city will not be stinking for much longer). He tells himself he's not looking for anything in particular when he comes to a farm. He transforms into a snake and slithers past the sign- "Wee Morag's Bit of Good Farm.'
With serpentine eyes he sees Elspeth, older now, her skin less pale and more wrinkled in the way that humans tend to get when they spend their time outdoors. The workers on the farm all seem to be women, and Crowley basks on a rock (it had been so cold in Hell. So, so cold.) as he watches them bustle around. The scent of good, fresh food dances across his tongue. A woman in a wheelchair is counting out a harvest of potatoes brought to her by a girl with dark skin and a twinkling smile. Elspeth kisses the woman on the cheek as she walks by.
"How're we doin', love?"
"Plenty for market and home, darling." The woman in the wheelchair says. "And surely some to spare for the lads at the railway-those tracks are getting longer every day."
"They'll be glad of it." Elspeth's eyes pass over Crowley, thinking nothing of the snake relaxing in the sun. Crowley watches her, and tries with all of his might to resent her. Tries to regret saving her, tries to imagine dragging her soul to hell himself, turning it over to the Dark Council as proof of his evil intent.
For the first time, his imagination fails him.
Properly Good. Crowley thinks instead, and slithers away.
Less than a month later, he's back in London, arranging a clandestine meeting to see an angel about some holy water.
#good omens#anthony j crowley#elspeth and wee morag#good omens fanfiction#good omens 2#crowley is a good person and he's decided to stop fighting it#at least to himself
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My Good Omens Season 3 fan project
I spent most of my day fleshing out "my 3rd season of good omens" and I have to say I'm pretty damn proud of it. It's structured in 6 episodes and all.
I don't know if I'll have the time and patience to type everything. I wrote it on a notebook. I'd actually prefer to make a podcast or maybe a video narrating everything, but I guess people prefer to go to AO3 or something like that...
Some "spoilers" of my headcanon:
* hilarious scene of Crowley doing confession in a cathedral in Oxford to get a chance to talk to the priest (Crowley wears a full body raincoat and extra padded boots).
* Aziraphale starts the story overseeing the 7 angels practice playing their trumpets (they need to be ready for when the 7th seal is broken) as part of the insufferably useless corporate routine the metatron imposed on him. Another one is supervising incense production. Lots of incence in the book of revelation.
* there's a crown court hearing/ trial taking place at Oxford (that's a real thing and real name, I didn't make it up) that moves the plot forward. There are 12 jurors as a reference to the 12 apostles (that's the real number of jurors for these cases). The trial at Oxford triggers flashbacks to Crowley's trial. Back in Crowley's trial, Aziraphale tries to testify in his favor but the heads of Heaven, especially the metatron, subvert everything he says to make Crowley (Starmaker back then) look guilty. An angel - none other than Pre-Fall Dagon - comes in as accusation witness, Crowley says hey, you rebelled too! And dagon says they were a special spy infiltrated under superior orders and all their actions will be pardoned in exchange for them testifying. Dagon's testimony seals Crowley's destiny, and later, once all the rebels have been sentenced, Heaven sentences Dagon to hell anyway claiming the deal was invalid because of some ridiculous technicality. Season 1 was a chase story, season 2 was a mystery story, season 3 is a trial story (not exclusively, of course, but it's important. The whole theme of the second coming is Christ judging everyone, one by one. There's no escaping the "judgement" theme here) (I'm a lawyer so I'm pretty confident to approach this theme).
* did you know that Milton Keynes was designated as a new town in 1967? Do you know what else happened in 1967 in season 1? And do you know that both Crowley and Aziraphale took credit for Milton Keynes to their respective head offices, in the book? Put 2+2 together and we get an amazing flashback including Aziraphale and Crowley's first ever dinner at the Ritz! (for reasons I already explained in another post, no, they don't kiss before the s2 scene, so hold your horses).
* possibly a flashback of Aziraphale and Crowley during the wars of religion in Wales that serves to showcase some of their conversations trying to understand Christ's message and why humans misanderstand him so much. It's included for a number of reasons: we need to have something in Wales for Michael Sheen (now that David Tennant got to do his Scottish accent!) plus they really should talk about how ironic and tragic it is that so many people have killed each other over religious differences concerning Christ's message of peace and love among all persons and all peoples. Including the commandment of not killing each other. Seems to have gone right past people somehow. (this flashback also helps to give us some lighthearted Aziracrow early on, because Aziraphale and Crowley only really hit it off again by the end of episode 3 and only really get back together in episode 4).
* a new human character named Abel J. Ryuss has an important role as well. His full name is Abel James Ryuss. We get some 4 ou 5 new human characters that are important to the plot.
* Crowley kind of calls attention on a new human prophet and "outs" him as a prophet by accident and the dude ends up becoming a famous influencer - aka the modern equivalent of a prophet.
* the story begins with 4 out of 7 of the apocalypse seals already broken (aka the 4 riders of the apocalypse). When the 5th seal breaks, the dead arise. When the 6th seal breaks, in episode 5, Gabriel and Beelzebub return. But they're foreshadowed in episode 4 by the appearance of a blue bird with a fly flying around it in a tree in the background.
* the trio of angels: Michael, Uriel and Saraquiel each makes very different choices and have very different endings. One is irrelevant, one is killed and one ends up as the supreme archangel.
* heaven has at least 3 different factions with different agendas working to their own ends simultaneously. Hell has 2.
* catastrophical destruction followed by huge battle.
* In the end Gabriel and Beelzebub become consultants.
* careful with those to claim to speak for God.
* a marriage at south downs - and it's not Crowley and Aziraphale's! It's another couple we love. Aziraphale and Crowley needed a reason to go to south downs in the first place. Then they can take a walk and stumble upon a lovely cottage that just happens to be for sale.
#good omens#crowley#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#aziracrow#ineffable dumbasses#good omens thoughts#good omens spoilers#azicrow#good omens headcanon#good omens season 3 headcanon#good omens 3#HEADCANON
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LWA: Brief follow-up to your Shax observations:
Gaiman said in response to a recent ask that the /Ars Goetia/ ranks aren't canon in the GO-verse. Furfur was just exaggerating his importance to whomever he was speaking. That's in line with his treatment of occult and religious source material elsewhere.
The precedent for Shax's very targeted brand of telepathy would be S1 Crowley turning the paintball guns into real ones ("I gave them what they wanted"). The show suggests that demons can't read minds in any broad way, but they can pick up desires (Crowley) or weaknesses (Shax) in a narrow band. Shax is more significant as a narrative device, though, since what she picks up are not so much /real/ weaknesses as what her target consciously or subconsciously /believes/ about their own weaknesses, and there's probably a post in there somewhere about how strongly her targets hold those beliefs. Her first attempt to needle Aziraphale about Crowley misfires, but the "emotional support angel" lands. Aziraphale's equivalent is the Jedi mind-trick he pulls in Edinburgh during S2 and in the deleted "Aziraphale Meets the Neighbours" from S1, where he elicits alternative positive emotions and desires that are already there--the gangster career options in the deleted scene, for example.
There's been no consistency at all in the series about whether or not the angels and demons can sense others in the area. In S1, neither Aziraphale nor Crowley pick up on the high-ranking demons and angels /right behind them/ in St. James Park, and Crowley has to make a conscious effort to check for observers before they reverse the bodyswap. But in S2, Aziraphale feels the arrival of the Archangels. So would Crowley be able to detect Shax unless he already knew she was there?
We saw Hastur, Dagon, and the little demon pull the same shape-shifting stunt as Shax when they came to "arrest" Aziraphale in S1. I think the show is deliberately vague about whether they are changing their material forms or just casting a glamour, although in either case it's impenetrable to occult/ethereal beings as well as to humans.
LWA!!!!!!!✨
ahhh thanks for having a gander at it, ive not seen a lot of posts that have focused on shax so it was good to get some thoughts to paper, even the implausible ones - and getting those thoughts bounced back at me is always really helpful!
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i had literally saved this ask specifically to talk about in that post, and bloody forgot about it 🥲 so thanks for reminding me!!! it would definitely make sense for ars goetia - in GO!verse - to be biased/inaccurate because it's furfur's retelling (plus, he's not wearing a sash when in hell in front of dagon, but has an ornate one up on earth, which im presuming is to add to the facade...?).
i guess the only point where, feasibly, the two thoughts could align is that if the lesser key of solomon was compiled in 1600s, that would track with furfur being a low ranking demon up until 1941 at the very least... but is there anything to say that he didn't get promoted after 1941? he appears to have moved laterally (?) to recquisitions, and that could mean he has some higher level of responsibility... im unsure. but in any case, id love to see if he possibly returns in s3 - specifically to get his own back after 1941.
in any case, once i spotted the ring on shax (which again im guessing is the same exact one as seen in ep4; it would make sense to call back to it), that seems like a much more logical reason for furfur to be at the bookshop-meet with dagon and beelzebub, than him suddenly having a rank that puts him on any kind of level playing field with dagon and beelzebub...
so, in summary, shax somewhere in ep5/6 makes the call, furfur informs dagon, and they plan to come up to earth. dagon also notes that heaven and hell are at war, so perhaps that alarm came in around the same time, and accounts for why beelzebub arrives separately to the other two. idk - i guess possibly the exact detail isn't hugely important? (famous last words) but if shax does end up ruling hell, or at least getting a hefty promotion (duke?), and furfur helps get her there... maybe we do see a rank shift for him too, but later on in the story? exciting!!!
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thanks for summarising this so succinctly, that really helps! i definitely agree that she seems to have a knack for what her target might perceive to be their weaknesses, failings, or insecurities - this seems especially true for aziraphale, which i looked at in another post relatively briefly:
and they are definitely traits in aziraphale that have been mocked elsewhere - predominantly by heaven/the archangels - and i think it's fair to say that aziraphale holds these 'weaknesses' quite close to the chest. that being said, on the last one, sure - aziraphale does appear to have some confidence that crowley likes him, that he's definitely crowley's type (ie. due deference to the legendary cunty eyebrow)... but - from aziraphale's perspective - what is the motive for that? to me, the 'emotional support angel' reads like aziraphale knows that crowley might love him, but does he secretly worry that it is out of pity, or for lack of a better option? or, is it that when mixed in with all of the other things shax mentions, aziraphale thinks, "hang on... why would he want me?" i am unwell
as for maggie... sure, it might be that shax is just needling at maggie because she's irritated her. but i find it interesting that maggie's insecurities, as shax is sensing them to be, are also things that at some point or another in s2, could be attributed to crowley. bit of stretch, i grant you, but also makes sense.
anyway, back on the main topic; idk if im just Missing The Point, but the fact that shax seems to know the detail, the specifics, of why aziraphale or maggie might have these 'weaknesses' still doesn't make sense to me. taking aziraphale out of the equation for a moment, and focusing solely on maggie; sure, maggie might be lonely, or feel alternatively like she's a failure (and this is what shax is picking up telepathically/empathically), but why would shax necessarily know it's because of noone visiting her shop, and her being unable to afford the rent? if shax doesn't have your bog-standard mind-reading telepathy, how would she know this?
even if maggie decides within herself to not see these as weaknesses, it's still information that we as the audience know is correct, same as maggie and nina, and shax weaponises it. i don't think there hasn't been, so far, any narrative explanation for why shax would even care to know this level of detail about maggie (other than, i guess, that her shop used to be part of the bookshop?).
(But now that i think about it, im suddenly very aware of these two points about maggie's story being mentioned externally from the private aziraphale-maggie conversation in the record store in ep1, and specifically near or including nina:
not going to turn this ask response into a speculation on nina, but in the context of informants and recruiting them, this is... interesting. to me, anyway.)
also think there's a separate post to be had about when crowley's ability to read desire similarly does and doesn't land - and how this might possibly inform on the success of his temptations (you might not have mentioned the antichrist fiasco in this ask, LWA, but by god am i going to do it for you - it's tradition now).
and also when aziraphale appears to try manipulating mood, but this too doesn't find its target... hmm. wonder if it's a more demonic trait than an angelic one, it at least a trait aziraphale has unlocked it but 'uses it for good' (lmao debatable).
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true. it does seem at least it has to be a conscious effort to detect them - the only times that seem to be based on a sense of foreboding/gut instinct/an undefined Sense are:
crowley's Something Wicked This Way Comes moment in ep5, and that in particular feels like it's due to the sheer scale of it - "coming in waves" (but this might actually just simply echo his sense of the hellhound finding the antichrist/sensing satan's anger in s1; that it's not the entity he's sensing, but a higher malevolent energy?)
michael and shax both are somewhat able to recognise or sense (or maybe actually smell, it seems, in shax's case?) gabriel in the bookshop, even if they don't/can't link it to jim or the fly
also going to tentatively include "you've gone" / "can't find you!" from the bookshop fire; i realise this could be very literal, that crowley can't see or hear aziraphale in the bookshop, and he's jumped to his conclusion out of panic/rage/despair, but it could also read that he somehow can't sense him? ✨update, @aq-uatic come through with the goods✨
it's difficult to determine 100% what sound cues might be diegetic to the show - specifically the miracle chimes, and the herald tune - because if they are, that goes a long way to explaining how a) aziraphale knows the archangels are coming, and b) at the very beginning of s1 he seems to react to the miracle chime in the sushi bar... but given that for the first example aziraphale asks maggie, "cant you feel them?", it does make me question it. in fact, are they audible cues only for the audience, and therefore in-show is aziraphale reacting only to a sense, a Disturbance In The Force if you like, rather than audio?
i think they are indeed non-diegetic, because watching back the 1967 scene, there is a miracle chime just before crowley gets into the bentley, and then when he gets in, he actually appears startled to see aziraphale physically sat there. now, this could be the whole demons-cant-sense-angels thing, or because they are actually so similar and non-threatening to each other that crowley doesn't register it, but regardless - he doesn't appear to react to an audio cue, suggesting that they are non-diegetic.
iirc, all the other instances where we do see aziraphale or crowley sense other entities appear to be because they can literally hear or see the other entity themselves
s1, when aziraphale realises crowley has arrived at the tavern/globe/bastille/church - hears him before he sees him
s1, when gabriel and beelzebub arrive to the airbase; thunder and lightning strike from gabriel, and then beelzebub follows up from hell
s1, when crowley-as-aziraphale is literally jumped on by angels in their coveralls, and when aziraphale-as-crowley gets whacked by the demons in disguise
s2, ep1, when crowley lowers his newspaper because shax arrives (and im presuming crowley sees her appear), and when crowley knows shax is behind him - can hear her voice from the phone as well as out loud
s2, ep2, when crowley enters the barn; the archangels definitely don't recognise him as a demon, and only notice him altogether when he enters the room shouting - certainly don't sense him from outside
s2, ep3, when muriel arrives, and later on when shax knocks at the window of the bookshop
s2, ep4, when aziraphale doesn't sense that the hitchhiker is shax (albeit she's in complete disguise*), and then later when furfur arrives at the theatre and then comes into the dressing room
s2, ep5, when aziraphale only really seems to notice the demons when crowley points out that they are literally crawling at the windows, and crowley spots muriel chilling across the street with a book
s2, ep6, when the demons arrive in the bookshop, and when metatron enters the bookshop separately.
so yeah, suffice to say that this has near enough answered the first couple of questions for me in the original shax post - that there's no clear reason why aziraphale or crowley would have detected shax lurking around if she hadn't wanted to be seen. still gives food for thought on the others, though.
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this makes sense!!! does make me wonder about the comment shax makes in ep5, about "masks will be provided for those unable to... blend in." and sure, there was the teeny-weeniest little explanation for this from a filming perspective, but within the story? is it possibly only an ability shared amongst the more powerful demons (given that the ones that stormed the bookshop were, by crowley's assessment, "practically the Damned"? hmmm again✨
#i ask a lot of questions - they may not be the right ones but im asking them anyway#very grateful LWA didnt mention the ducks thing even if i did laugh at the idea for a full five minutes and had to walk away from my phone#good omens#ask#shax spec#s2 meta#flashback meta#1941 spec#gonna need a tag for furfur soon
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Devilish - Ch. II
-- Okok we're getting somewhere with this. I'll be straight up the more I write the less I like but, I do love a slowburn.
Warnings below; - This is a demon!Ateez x angel!reader (not for long however) so there is talk of religion. As an atheist I really don't refer to 'God' or Jesus but I do not mean any harm for religion. In this writing I do, however, use real religious names, that being said, this is purely fiction! - Also for confusion purposes, I do cut back and forth from present to future. If you see '~' that is currently what is happening, so be aware! - Finally, Hongjoong's kind of a bitch but he's allowed to be- --
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Heavy steps echoed through the halls, a slow pace set as he enjoyed the quiet. The ebony crown had rested itself on a neatly styled mass of black hair. A black cloth littered with chains covered his lower face, leaving only the harsh glare of his eyes visible. The footsteps were cut off as he stopped at a large door. As the door opened, a loud crash disrupted the silence, as well as a few obscenities.
“Yunho,” the man said, making his way through the doors. The taller male stopped in his place, looking down at his spilled plate of snacks.
“Hongjoong, your highness, majesty even! Why are you up? Our new king should be resting properly before fully diving into his duties,” Yunho said, trying his best to hide the spilled plate.
“Clean it up,” Hongjoong stated. His hands raised to his face, slipping the mask from his ears. His face looked soft, but the gaze of his eyes were demanding and intimidating.
“If you want to stress eat fine, but don’t do it five minutes before the meeting, now come on. It’s hard to round you all up and even harder to keep you from being idiots,” He finished, slipping the mask back on, and walking out the door. Slightly down the hall was his next destination. The doors were already open this time, six others stood around, different crowns held on each head. Soon Yunho followed, minutes before three unknown figures walked in. Just enough time for Yunho to throw on his final accessory. Same ebony colored crown, although a bit smaller than his leaders. Horns were now present on each member in the room, some similar, some different.
“Ah, the new royal court, it’s such a pleasure,” The stranger's voice spoke, almost dripping with sarcasm.
“Dagon, drop the false respect.” Hongjoong said as the other seven men circled their leader.
“Tell me why you’re here, I can’t say I have time for this,” Hongjoong had known this man his entire upbringing. He wouldn’t even dare to plan any alliance with a poor excuse of a demon.
“I’m sure you know exactly what I’m here to talk about, your majesty,”
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Ye’un and I had been pushed in a room, the door locked from the outside. Kneeling at her side, I tried to heal her wounds. While it was a slow process, the warmth finally flowed through my hands, a yellow glow emerging from them.
“My curiosity got the best of me didn’t it?” She coughed out.
“Yes it did, how we’re not dead because of you is beyond me,” I said, slumping next to her. The room seemed to be a bedroom of sorts, unlike a gross jail cell. Both of us jumped at the sound of a booming voice.
“Enough!” rumbled through the air, it was the voice of the man who got so close to me not even minutes ago.
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“That doesn’t sound like an answer dear,” The demon king's false comfort had been replaced with rage. His left hand, gloved yet had two fingers free from fabric, raised. My eyes snapped shut waiting for the sharp sting, yet it didn’t come. I opened my eyes only realizing he was just as confused. Instead of a harsh sensation colliding with my cheek, two of his unclothed fingers pressed to my forehead. Suddenly, a warmth filled my body, my wings ruffled in comfort and my eyes closed from glee rather than fear. The feeling was ripped from me and my senses came back, once again face to face with the demon king, yet he looked almost regretful.
“Comfortably escort them to the nearest quarters,” He said harshly to the men holding us. Finally, harsh grips loosened but haste was still a part of the picture.
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I could hear footsteps from outside the door, they were slow yet harsh.
“Ah fuck,” A voice echoed on the other side, along with a dropping of keys. My ears ringed at the use of a forbidden word. The door opened cautiously, a head slowly pushed from behind the door. Even though his cloak was back and pushed over his head, I couldn’t help but notice the shine of yellow hair that slowly bled to orange. Even then, my attention stood on the horns peeking out from the hood. Adorning what the angels called, half horns. Rare among demons, even more rare was the light blue seeping from where the horns met his skin, only for them to fade back into a familiar black. I had been snapped out of my observation when I heard the door shut, also a clinging hand on my shoulder.
“It’s- your-” Ye’un stuttered and shook next to me, I took in her horrified expression as it filled me with my own terror. He groaned, clearly annoyed, which was soon followed by a harsh plop on the floor closer to us.
“Yeah, my name is Mingi, great descendant of Belphegor himself blah blah,” He muttered out.
That’s not why I’m here, anyway you, my doll have waltzed yourself into a funny situation,” He said, making direct eye contact with me. My throat dried as I took in my surroundings, here I sat an angel in hell itself being calmly spoken to by the sin of acedia himself. Not only that, the demon king, a descendant of the most powerful demon that ever ruled this awful plain of existence, Azazel himself. Angels never even dare think of his name, yet here we were being spared, or they’re keeping us for something worse than death.
“And what situation is that?” I finally spoke, attempting to swallow my fear, the quiver in my voice failing me.
“I think it’s better if Hongjoong explained this one,” He said, getting up, his hand reaching out to me and yet I made no move to accept it.
“She’s not going anywhere with you damned demons!” Ye’un jumped up at him, but he simply pushed her off of him.
“Look if you want your friend here to make it out alive, come with me,” He demanded, his anger more pointed at Ye’un.
“Fine,” I spoke, grabbing his hand. To my surprise, his grip on my hand was soft, almost as if he was afraid to hurt me. Ye’un was quickly back on her feet, mere seconds from launching herself at the demon again.
“Ye’un!” My voice said sharply, my tone held unfamiliar anger. The longer they held here me the more I could feel the sin creep through my veins.
“Let me handle this, I’ll be fine,” I said, my voice trembling knowing it would be a lie, accepting the fact the last thing I’d see of her would be a look of sorrow.
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He led me through a course of long and dark halls, then we unexpectedly halted. I would’ve taken it as a moment to run back to Ye’un but the grasp on my hand stopped me.
“I almost didn’t think of it, but your wings wouldn’t be a good thing to have in the open,” He said. His hand left mine for a split second and I should’ve run. The opportunity is greater now than ever, yet I didn’t. I let him drape his own cloak over me, hiding my wings, and pulling the hood over my hair. Grabbing my hand once again, we kept moving through the dark corridors until I was led into a room. It was brighter than anything I’ve seen in this realm. Things were still mostly black, but it was also littered in gold. Soon my eyes caught thrones, more importantly, the people sitting in them. There were eight, the same men I was just kneeling under. My mind started racing again as I remembered the name Mingi spoke in the room with Ye’un. He is the sin of Sloth, one of the seven deadly sins, along with the demon king, his council.
“My dear, take a seat you’ll need it.” --
A/n: I might make a character sheet potentially but idk, it might ruin suspense.
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How many works do you have on ao3? 12
What's your total ao3 word count? It's 176,820 if you count the massive Choose Your Own Adventure fic, but 59,604 if you don't.
What fandoms do you write for? Good Omens, obviously
Top five fics by kudos:
The Human Manual (E) - Angel Crowley & Angel Aziraphale Make an Effort for the first time in Heaven after reading through the Human Manual. Silly humorous fluff written for the @goodomensafterdark Smut war.
Angel, it’s cold outside (E) - I wanted them to spoon. It's cold outside, Crowley turns up to help Aziraphale warm up... in bed. Also written for the smut war!
I’m Dreaming of a Light (and Dark) Christmas (T) - A cute fluffy as Hell Hallmark-inspired Christmas fic of human Aziraphale and Crowley fighting with over-the-top Christmas decorations.
One Night in Bethlehem (E) - A random sort of PWP Christmas one-shot of Crowley teaching Aziraphale several firsts on the first-ever Christmas. The aim was to write porn but not have them kiss! There is plenty pining.
The Ecstasy of Eden (E) - My current WIP, a rather ridiculous 5 in 1 fic written for the High Pollen Sex Pollen event. 5 times they used sex pollen, and the one time they didn't Through the Ages fic.
Do you respond to comments? Yes! I think I am fully caught up on responding to all of them.
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Well, I wrote a lot of the bad endings in the Choose Your Adventure fic Coming Home, if you found yourself being like - noooo, that was likely me. I have also left my current WIP in a state of angst before updating. And fully completed I'd probably say Angel, it’s cold outside has a pretty bittersweet ending.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? It's got to be I’m Dreaming of a Light (and Dark) Christmas, no canon compliant messiness to deal with there. Just good ol' Christmas cheer.
Do you get hate on fics? I got a weird comment that made no sense, but it wasn't hate.
Do you write smut? YES. And so much more than I ever would have thought. I am literally writing a back-to-back porny WIP that is 30k long. Though after that I may take a break and write a bit of Gen/T, I have some cute Outsider POV ideas I want to do.
Craziest crossover: I mean it has to be Good Omens and Clippy the Microsoft paperclip for a collab Christmas fic.
Have you ever had a fic stolen? I doubt it!
Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.
Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, Clippy as above. And the CYOA adventure fic was an insane collab. Trying to do a couple of collabs at the moment.
All time favorite ship? Azicrow! But I am tempted to also write some Angelfish (Dagon/Michael) and big up to @isiaiowin for making me into Shax/Furfur (PHEW 🔥).
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I found a random draft of a WIP where Aziraphale Falls to Hell and sets up a bookshop down there and slowly falls back in love with Crowley. And it's a great concept but is on the backburner alongside all my other WIPs.
What are your writing strengths? Humour! I can write some silly set pieces, and people often say they cackle at it. I have been complimented on making silly stuff also hot. I guess that's a strength.
What are your writing weaknesses? GRAMMAR. OMG I am slowly learning how to use commas correctly and semi-colons and all that. Description I feel I need to do more of, I am often like - action, dialogue and forget to set the scene.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I mean my husband speaks like seven languages and often roasts me for people a typical Brit who can half cobble together a sentence in terrible Spanish. But if I needed to write any, he's right there!
First fandom you wrote in? I'm a newbie in my thirties! So I guess this one Good Omens. I think I probably wrote some Postman Pat and Animals of Farthing Wood stories when I was a child, so maybe them?
Favorite fic you've written? EEEP it's hard. I have a special place in my heart for I’m Dreaming of a Light (and Dark) Christmas. It was the first fic I properly wrote, and I love I still get kudos and comments on it in summer despite it being a Christmas fic. I also have a WIP currently titled Small Town Romance which is my baby, and hopefully it will soon see the light of day!
I tag: @zin-lynn-c, @isiaiowin, @fuzzygoblin, & @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon
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Season 2 General Notes (spoilers!!)
- Wish we could’ve seen more Muriel, I love them so much and they are now my little baby. I wish we could’ve gotten more of them discovering Earth and exploring
- Can’t say I didn’t see Gabriel and Beelzebub coming but I also wish we could’ve gotten a bit more of them to understand them a little more
- Jim was shortlived, wish we could’ve seen more of him being a goober
- Loved Dagon’s greenish skin tone, very cool
- Slay the boots house down yes Mama wig snatched honey with Shax and their “leader” garb
- Sort of glad Nina and Maggie were realistic with getting together because while I do love romance, I appreciated them not making Maggie a rebound for Nina
- That kiss broke me but Aziraphale’s response and reaction obliterated me
- FUCK METATRON, ME AND MY HOMIES FUCKING HATE METATRON, I BETTER NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN UNLESS IT’S ME KICKING YOUR DUMB FLOATING HEAD ASS!
- Wish we could’ve seen Saraqael more, I liked them quite more than I thought I would (for an angel at least)
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Get to Know People Better Tag Game
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thank you @savriea and @graysparrowao3 for tagging me im sending you sunshine and siamese kittens
three ships: assuming this is best limited to being within the bg3 fandom (don't get me started on daenerys missandei i'll never stop), i'll try to keep it within those means!
lae'zel x shadowheart: i mean come on. need i say more? hot women with religious trauma who hit hard and love harder. fuck. my babygirls. my angels.
aradin x rugan: fucking hear me out. first of all: this is @graysparrowao3's fault. read their fics if you haven't. second of all: that complicated relationship between a young man and an older man who somehow appears as his father figure but also an object of his desire at the same time. daddy issues x1000. does he want him to rail the daylights out of him or does he want him to pat him on the shoulder and tell him "you did good, lad"? i don't know. aradin doesn't either. rugan hopes for the first option.
wyll x astarion: besides astarion canonically having a crush on wyll, i just love the idea of these two. astarion's hatred for heroes and wyll's conflicting must save everyone i am the hero of tralalala but also here's my infernal patron. i don't have a lot of working brain cells right now but these two are the ultimate grumpy x sunshine and i love it.
first ship: i honestly don't know! i think the first i can think of is from when i was like ten reading shiver by maggie stiefvater for the first time. i really wanted grace and isobel to kiss. and then i really wanted sam and cole to kiss. but unfortunately everyone was straight for some reason.
last song: famous last words (an ode to eaters) by ethel cain!
last movie: everything everywhere all at once. for like, the sixth time. i sobbed just as hard as the first time and i had to call my mom afterwards.
currently reading: nothing! i've barely read anything that wasn't fanfiction this year, which is insane. my goal was 60 books and i have finished one (1), which was feed them silence by lee mandelo. i was also reading electric idol by katee robert, but then i lost my kobo :((
currently watching: true blood and hotd
currently eating: earl grey with a teaspoon of honey
currently craving: sleep but also finishing my chapter
favourite colour: purple. all shades. but especially this one. and this one. and this one.
favorite flavour: black currant and cherry get me every time
current obsession: aradin. aradin. aradin. drawing. my own fic and my upcoming fics, which i think about much more than i should.
last thing I googled: i googled the @ - sign because i don't know how to type it on this keyboard lmaooo
Favourite season: fall. always.
skill i’d like to learn: i really wish i was better at drawing. it's always been very daunting to me because i'm a if-i'm-not-great-straight-away-i-give-up kind of person. but i'm practicing! i've been drawing @tiefling-enjoyer's dagon a lot, alongside my own oc, which has been fun!
best advice: don't do it, eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. brave girl, eleanor thought; wise, brave girl. - Shirley Jackson, haunting of hill house.
i have no idea who has been tagged but i'll do @tiefling-enjoyer because hi my dear and also @rosymornmonastery because she hates it when i tag her in stuff <333
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