#Tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel

[electric-rabbits]

I have so much shit to do but also I'm really stressed and overwhelmed rn so what if I rewatched Our flag Means Death S1 Ep 5 "The best Revenge is dressing well" to cope

[goodnightmemes]

just MORE great Doctor Who quotes

❛ Please, just see me. ❜

❛ Fear makes companions of us all. ❜

❛ I was going to be with you. Forever. ❜

❛ Love is not an emotion. Love is a promise. ❜

❛ Not everything ends. Not love. Not always. ❜

❛ You’d go to hell if she asked. And she would. ❜

❛ How can a man so young have eyes so old? ❜

❛ Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. ❜

❛ An enemy is just a friend you don’t really know yet. ❜

❛ You don't get to decide when and how your debt is paid! ❜

❛ You know, when I was little like you, I dreamt of the stars. ❜

❛ You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies. ❜

❛ One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel. ❜

❛ There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes. ❜

❛ Mums. Even when they are gone, they're never really done saving us. ❜

❛ You are loved, by so many and so much, and by no one more than me. ❜

❛ Nobody grows up wrong. You are what you are, and that is magnificent. ❜

❛ Everything’s got to end sometime. Otherwise, nothing would ever get started. ❜

❛ There’s no such thing as monsters, they’re just creatures you haven’t met yet. ❜

❛ I'm so old now. I used to have so much mercy. You get one warning. That was it. ❜

❛ I'm not running away from things. I'm running to them before they flare and fade forever. ❜

❛ I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, and dreamer of improbable dreams. ❜

❛ When you love them, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. ❜

❛A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting. ❜

❛ Hardly anything is evil. But most things are hungry. Hunger looks very like evil from the wrong end of the cutlery. ❜

❛ Courage isn’t a matter of not being frightened, you know. It’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway. ❜

❛ I’m being very clever up here and there’s no one to stand around looking impressed. What’s the point in having you all? ❜

❛ You know what's dangerous about you? It's not that you make people take risks, it's that you make them want to impress you. ❜

❛ Love, in all its form, is the most powerful weapon we have. Because love is a form and like hope, love abides in the face of everything. ❜

❛ You are unique in the universe. There is only one you and there will never be another. Getting rid of that existence isn't a sacrifice, it's a waste! ❜

❛ I think it's fair to say in the language of your age, that I lived my dream, I owned the stage, gave it a hundred and ten percent. I hope you have as much fun as I did. ❜

❛ I carry them with me. What they would have thought and said and done. Make them a part of who I am. So even though they’re gone from the world, they’re never gone from me. ❜

❛ We all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people all through our lives. And that’s okay, that’s good, you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. ❜

❛ We're all dead eventually. There's hardly any time that we're not dead. Which is a good thing, too. We've got to keep the pace up, otherwise nothing would get done. Dying defines us. Snow isn't snow until it falls. ❜

[seramilla]

More angst for the Homophobic Heaven AU:

The Exterminations, and therefore the Exorcists, didn't exist until thousands of years after Carmilla's fall. When they DID begin Carmilla and a few other Fallen Angels tried to fight back, only to be stopped and teleported away by Lucifer. He told them that the Exterminations were to cut down the sinner population, and while some of them questioned this decision, most accepted it.

Carmilla, on the other hand, was furious. And after the other Fallen have left, demanded to know which idiotic Elder decided that EXTERMINATION was a good idea. Only for Lucifer to tell her that SERA was the one who signed off on it. Carmilla refused to belive this, the Sera she knew and loved WOULD NEVER. Maybe she was just the one that the Elders put forth to negotiate the term? Yeah that MUST be it. Because if not... NO, her Sera would never agree to something this barbaric.

For Clara and Odette in this AU, I was thinking maybe they're Zestial's. After a couple of Beetlejuice Carmilla and Zestial get "acquainted" which results in the twins. They don't get together but they still remain good friends. Like an amicably divorced couple. He knows Carmilla is still in love with Sera and while he fills in the Father role for the girls, he makes sure to tell them stories that Carmilla told him of Sera, their other Mama.

"What do you mean Sera is responsible? She would never do this! I refuse to believe it!"

Carmilla stands before Lucifer Morningstar, king of Hell, embodiment of Pride, who is sitting on his throne, looking toward him as if he doesn't have the power to rip her asunder with a mere twitch of his claws. The amount of rage and anguish she feels at his words, the sense of outright betrayal and disbelief coursing through her body, give her a sense of bravery and defiance that any of the other embodiments of Sin simply wouldn't tolerate from their subjects.

But this is Lucifer. Her friend, her former comrade in arms, her brother, allowing her to show this much insubordination. Because he knows how she must feel, and it's not like he can fault her for it. Not one bit. Not when this news is so personal.

"Carmilla. I know this may be difficult to hear. But this information comes directly from the Elders. While someone may not be telling me the entire truth...until I hear otherwise, I have to work under the assumption that it's true."

"NO! It's not true! It can't be true! She's not that cruel!"

He's never seen so much anger in Carmilla's eyes before. Never so much raw grief and lack of composure; not from one of his oldest and closest friends. He can tell this is eating her up inside. Whether it's true or not, he can't say, but the news is having the likely intended effect on Carmilla. Heaven had wanted to wear them all down. What better way to do that, than for the source of the misery to be coming from the one Carmilla loves most?

Carmilla's companion, the demon spider Zestial, places a large, gangly black claw on the woman's shoulder. He's been standing behind her the entire time, trying not to get in the way of official angel business. He's only a Sinner, but Carmilla will rarely go anywhere without him, these days. Lucifer has permitted his presence, for her sake. He's quiet, studious, and well-behaved enough, for a Sinner. It's the least he can do.

Unfortunately, the ancient Sinner's attempt to comfort her doesn't work as well as he'd probably hoped. Carmilla steps forward, away from Zestial and closer to Lucifer. Getting up in his face. Breathing hard; pupils blown wide; for all the world like she wants to slap him.

She doesn't. It's not his fault. What good would it do, anyway? Squabbles among siblings is so beneath her. It would lead to nothing except more pain and anger between the two of them. It would accomplish nothing and make her feel even worse than she does right now.

She steps back again, her claws clenching even tighter together, and turns around to face away from him.

"I have some business I need to attend to," Lucifer says, looking up at her back that is now facing him, trying to distill the tension by offering himself a way out. "Again, I'm so sorry, Carmilla. You can stay here as long as you need to, to...compose yourself. I'll keep the others away."

Lucifer is gone in the time it takes to blink. He's teleported himself away from Carmilla's presence, not even bothering to use the door to his throne room. He likely doesn't want the others to catch a glimpse of Carmilla in her moment of weakness. She mentally thanks him for that, at the very least. Carmilla knows the way she's acting is very unbecoming. It's not like her at all.

But how is she supposed to act. When he...when Lucifer had...when he'd told her that news?

Without the presence of her king forcing her to keep it together, Carmilla's composure quite literally shatters. The woman can almost feel her heart being torn in two, as easily as someone might rip a piece of paper. With a sob of anguish, she falls apart, in every sense that a person can. Instead of collapsing onto the floor, which would be easier, she rushes toward Zestial, his arms already open and bringing her in to be sheltered by his heated embrace.

Carmilla cries, she wails, into the obsidian of his robes. He just holds her there, stroking her hair comfortingly, letting the long, loose strands flow through his claws like water.

Carmilla hadn't even had time to fix her hair this morning. That's how little she'd cared about the usual decorum of these angelic meetings. She'd told him she needed to talk to Lucifer right now, it couldn't wait, and he'd dropped everything, and teleported her right into the throne room with the seven Deadly Sins. Her and Zestial's presence hadn't exactly been...expected, but Lucifer had tolerated it. For her.

Now, as Carmilla's tears begin to soak into his robe, she grasps into the dark material with her claws, pulling a little too hard, until the fabric starts to rip. Zestial doesn't stop her, though. His robes have been through worse, and he's rather talented with a spinning wheel, so he'll just deal with it later. This is so much more important.

"How could she?" Carmilla weeps into his chest. "How could she, Zestial?"

"My dearest Carmilla," the old spider says, holding her closer to him with both arms. The hand on the back of her head strokes her neck. "We know not yet if the king spake truth, or if Heaven doth but jest with thee. Have faith, Carmilla."

"How?" Carmilla asks, bluntly. "How do I have faith in anything anymore?"

"When we are lost, and all doth seem hopeless, faith is all that remains. Heaven shall employ any wiles to make all appear for naught. Believe them not now."

Carmilla starts to calm. The smell of him, the smoke and ash wafting off the Sinner's body, is both familiar and comforting. She knows he speaks truth; Heaven cannot be trusted. It is not without precedent for them to say anything to drive a wedge between the fallen angels, or make it seem so hopeless, there's no use in fighting back. Carmilla is so embarrassed of herself. Like a child, she'd lashed out, and taken it out on Lucifer. Leave it to her oldest, dearest friend and companion to have more logic than herself.

Ever since she'd manifested down here, after Heaven had pushed her out, Zestial had been one of the few non-angels she's trusted. He's always been so different, more human, for lack of a better comparison, than any of her comrades that had fallen before her. They had changed too much, too drastically, for her to even recognize them at first. They'd lost their spark, their will to fight back...

Zestial, however, is a soul with as much wisdom as some of the angels in Heaven. He'd never lost his will to fight. In fact, it's one of the reasons he's lasted so long down here, and become such a powerful overlord. He knows when to show his hand, and also when to take a step back and assess. When to scheme, when to plan, and when to retreat. That's part of what she likes about him.

The fact that he's kind, patient, and loyal to a fault, is another reason. As well as the fact that he loves her so thoroughly, so passionately, and shows it, is yet another. She tries not to compare him to Sera, because they are absolutely not even remotely the same, but the way he holds her, kisses, her, makes love to her...it reminds her of her lost love, and the way she felt around Sera back in Heaven. But not quite. He is his own person, and had known going into this that there is still baggage there, that Carmilla still loves Sera, and yet...

He still holds her. Comforts her. Gives everything to the children they brought into the world together. Helps her keep that memory of Sera, a woman he's never met, alive for them, through his stories and fanciful tales. He doesn't have to do any of that. Gets absolutely nothing out of it except for Carmilla's endless gratitude and satisfaction. But maybe that's why he does it... Helping her and being there for her makes him happy. Carmilla doesn't think she'll ever be able to repay him.

Once Carmilla is calm, and she can look up at him with minimal new tears falling from her eyes, she can see his face is sad. But for her benefit, he smiles, ever so slightly, in that crooked, adorable way that he does. He pushes her hair behind her ear, away from her face, and then holds her cheek in his hand, to stroke it lightly.

"Fret not, Carmilla. All will become clear. Let us return to Odette and Clara. They are likely concerned for thee."

Carmilla nods. Once again, he's most likely correct. They'd left in such a hurry that morning, they hadn't had time to let the girls know where they were going.

"Okay," Carmilla says. "You're right. Let's go back."

Zestial nods in return, and then bends down, placing a final kiss to her forehead. It's not...romantic, per se, or platonic, either. It's somewhere in between. Or on a different plane entirely. It's hard to put a word to what their relationship is. But that's fine. They don't need a name for it. They are exactly what they need to be for each other, at this particular moment in time.

Pulling away, Carmilla wipes the remaining tears from her eyes. Then Zestial re-opens the portal, so they can go home to their girls, and rest off the stress of the day.

(Edit: Tagging @tanema123 cuz I know they love these two goobers, and who knows when I’ll dip my toe into Zestmilla again, Lmao)

[enthusiasteditor]

One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel

— Reinette Poisson, S2 E4 - Doctor Who

[dumbfilmschoolkid]

rose stans what is our official stance on reinette’s “one may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel” quote

[tothepointofinsanity]

Do you have any super into detail thoughts on kyosaya? I know you've drawn a few art pieces for the ship, but I haven't seen any written think pieces about it from you.

I know there are some who don't like to use ships as a way to tie to a characters personality, so I guess I'm curious what your overall thoughts are on it and how it ties into sayaka as a whole.

"Think pieces" is a pretty neat way to put it...The primary foundation of KyoSaya to me revolves around a uniquely sapphic relationship that I hope would be expanded upon in future shows in the series.

↑ Yet, what are all these words supposed to mean? Sayaka has always done things for the sake of others. Her sense of justice elevated to the point where she views herself as a knight, someone who kneels in the face of goodness in respect of whatever is honourable to maintain it. But a knight is just another form of a pawn, just a stronger one whom everyone perceives has the ability to: 1) protect others 2) kill The Enemy.

Sayaka used to only ever have been able to interpret this in an extreme and binary vision. If she has to defend others, she has to devote herself fully to the cause. To her, the notion of self-care and self-preservation is difficult to comprehend since she feels as though she always has to be a monolith of one singular thing, of one side of things. To her, everything is like a chessboard. There is no way to play knight for both teams at once: either you prioritise yourself, or you prioritise others.

I understand that it is also a realistic depiction of how individuals like Sayaka constantly push through their own struggles alone while always uplifting others, a demonstration of unbalanced relationship dynamics. When this vision is challenged, Sayaka does not know where and how else she is expected to just "move forward" when she realised reality is not a simple game of chess. So she shrinks her view of the world further by clashing with Kyoko, since Kyoko is The Enemy who obstructs Sayaka's own perception of all that is Good and Just. Sayaka knew she was manipulated by Cubey™, but it was not only in the later movies that she comprehended the full extent of it. Something like that feels too complicated in her mind, so it's easier, much less burdensome to just lock onto one person to be angry with. This mentality is almost a sort of fallacy for Sayaka given she becomes a Witch in every cycle she becomes a magical girl.

Sayaka wants to feel relied on by humans. Kyoko does not desire nor expect anything from people, and thus balances out the extremes of Sayaka by being detached from worldly expectations - at least, that is what's consistent with Kyoko's perception of herself. A puppet without strings. She is not a pawn, not a knight. That's why she was angry when she realised the wish-granting alien omitted information on magical girl mechanisms and their life cycles. Instead of shovelling forward headstrong like Sayaka, however, Kyoko reconsiders her childhood memories and her desire, and it was to die with Sayaka so that Sayaka would not have, in Kyoko's eyes, perished for the sake of The Greater Good, because Kyoko believes still in the Self, not the vague promise of a better future.

Uhm. It's probably nonsense now that I put it in legible words. Some other KyoSaya fans who are big brained enough should educate me more on their dynamic, but I find their relationship to be interesting. It's very fallen angel x demon coded. I feel...as though Sayaka and Kyoko are hard to separate given they exist as characters that neutralise and support each other. Perhaps not codependent, but Sayaka was unhinged enough for Homura to not threaten her once, but twice whenever Madoka's feelings are involved. Meanwhile Homura was more...tolerant of Kyoko. Kyoko is there to keep Sayaka in check to make sure she doesn't piss off the Devil to the next century, and to me that is also funny.

[Although, it is tragic that since Sayaka embodies the sea, the only way Kyoko can only be with her "in death" due to the theme of Ophelia, her lover and the flame of the witch. Who could have predicted the doomed yuri is doomed. A sinking ship, even.]

[clairedelune-13]

”One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”

[crowsareverytired]

"one may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel" fucking doctor who coming out with amazing lines again and again

[ablog]

OKAY I'm rewatching some episodes from doctor who (mainly 10's run) annnnd I'm just gonna put here quotes cus this show has some of the best I'm not okay!!

"is this is how time normally passes? really slowly in the right order" -s5 ep10 Van Gogh

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"What do monsters have nightmares about" "ME"

"you're not keeping the house!" "I let you keep Mikey!"

"one may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an Angel"

"So here you are, my lonely Angel. stuck on the slow path with me."

"wish me luck" "no" *THE MOST PAINFUL LOOK ON THE DOCTOR'S FACE * (I'LL NEVER RECOVER)

-s2 ep4 the girl in the fireplace

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[cha-mij]

"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel"

- Doctor Who: The Girl in the Fireplace

[thegreatfraud]

Switcheroo! neat

Full Name: Aurelius Vane-Tempest

Species: Angel

Faction: Christian Heaven (Every myth is true in this world. Think of the gods more like gang bosses with Christian heaven being the first one)

Attuite: Every human kind suck except his lover....his boss is tolerable. (LOOK HE JUST MUCH PREFER JUST WIPE THE BOARD CLEAN THEN DEAL WITH THE HUMAN ISSUE....except his lover.)

Lore: OLD. Not as important as the original angels like Micheal (his boss now since god left), Uriel, Gabriel, Rapheal and L (fucking hated him. First rebel son). But old enough to fought the first war between heaven and hell. What he lacks in absolute cheat like powers he sub with experience and just SPITE. NOT a racist (He dislike humans and demons equally....even some of his angels)....but have little patience for people and could be a bit condescending. . Don't......really give a shit about the old God. Far as he concern. Micheal inheriting god throne and the current system after his departure is fine. In earth right now in Europe running a small clinic with his boy friend.

His boy friend would defend him saying he not a BAD guy. He don't FIGHT for the good of the world or humanity......but there is at least one thing in this god for sake mud ball that make him able to act decent. If it invovle his boy friend only or if it's end of the world.

DO NOT MISTAKE that arrogance as untrained. The man old weapon might be gathering dust but he can still tear most demon with his bare hands.

Comment From Order:.....Veteran but we wish he can do more? Like lot of the old timer respect him.

Comment from Hell: Fuck him. Fuck his feather and one day we're gonna BBQ him.

Comment from Human in general: Daw.....that blonde man and his twink are so loving.

[guiltywisdom]

One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.

Sophia Myles as Reinette Poisson, the Marquise de Pompadou, in Doctor Who S02E04 “The Girl in the Fireplace” (2006)

[tea-is-at-8-pm]

ABOUT THE EGO OF AZIRAPHALE, THE VISION IN BLACK AND WHITE. (The superiority of heaven)

Let's clear some things up for my heart's sake.

We had a kiss. A remarkably uncomfortable and sad one because he is not fully reciprocated, and it must be said that Michael Sheen has a very marked acting ability in the minutiae of an expression. Let me explain: in his roles, he places a conscious emphasis on movements, especially on the face, they are fluid and congruent in a way that looks very thoughtful. The Aziraphale character seemed to have this potential from the first season. Now, in the second there was an overflow. The way Aziraphale immediately looks at the door and the window right after the kiss is heartbreaking. If we think about how Crowley genuinely thought Zira was "very pure of heart", there's a lot to it that Aziraphale's face doesn't just reflect confusion. He's not an angel used to this apparently. Crowley spoke to him clearly for the first time, in more than 6000 years in which we know he was completely infatuated with him, Of course the sudden approach must have been a shock, Aziraphale responded to the act of speaking with a, probably more than difficult "I need you", taking into account his pride. That pride that is there when not only does he not want to continue talking to Crowley and he is resigned and strong when saying "there is nothing left to say", but when he puts his hardest face when saying "I forgive you", when he touches his lips and makes his face more firm to receive Metatron, or even since he got mad at Crowley for not helping him with Gabriel from the first chapter. That proud Aziraphale that we already know and who is manipulative to some extent, unaware of the problems he has as an angel and which he faces only when he thinks he has done wrong. That pride arises from the same insecurity of being insufficient for heaven. Being on Earth, and with Crowley, it was obvious that he would have to be even more insufficient. I think Crowley understands that. And I think he also understands himself in this way and not just the corruption and toxicity of heaven when he assures him that he understands everything better than Zira does.

Crowley understanding Zira's insecurities shows a side to him that Angel himself lacks and that we understood a little better when, in this season, we saw Aziraphale being insensitive with the less fortunate people, as if he did not understand the capabilities of their choices for their privileges. Crowley gets it very quickly. They have been on Earth for the same time and both have lived with humans a lot, but even so, Zira does not see these things. His ego prevents him, his ability to think about the whole paradigm is very distorted and isolated. Crowley helps him, understand it, so Crowley also distinguishes problems that Zira doesn't, like in 1941, like with the demons outside the bookstore...

Now, I must emphasize very much that Aziraphale is not, because he has a very high ego, a "bad angel", in fact we know that his will is the best, and because of that delicate or weak construction of his mental structures with respect to other people's experiences, even Crowley's own, Zira doesn't realize anything. He doesn't know why he is unhappy in satisfying heaven, he doesn't know what's wrong with enjoying certain things, he doesn't even understand how he looks through Crowley's eyes, and when he realized that he fell in love with him, in 1941, it was not because he understood that Crowley wanted him safe, nor because he realized that he cared enough to give him the miracle of books. It is because of a full individual response to feeling authentically understood. Understood in the tastes that it took so long to learn to tolerate in himself for the freedom of the earth, some without guilt, such as literature. We don't have to judge Zira for this. A large number of people find it difficult to understand the world through the eyes of others, due to a lack of the skills that give extroversion, the chance of upbringing or pure personality. And out of pride, for not understanding that heaven may not be perfect because it is cemented down to the bones that are the representation of good and light, even when they are blatantly corrupt, he he does not have a clear perception of the movements of a heaven that still seems to want war. Metatron himself wanted the war to happen, his authority seems to reveal that he is not even in direct contact with God... Aziraphale is that angel who still believes in magic and who, knowing that heaven must be perfect, fueled by the recognition they ultimately give him, he believes that he should and has the responsibility to fix everything. He cannot understand his place and will cling to what he believes that by strong customs and perceptions or prejudices of heaven and hell, is the right thing.

Crowley thinks that Aziraphale is pure, understanding that he believes him to be innocent. Crowley understands that the angel's pride does not come from evil, he would not attribute it to the eyes of a lover not to realize it, Crowley knows about his pride, his insecurities, all of that, and knows that the origin of this is not bad, that it comes from some good heavenly intention to be useful and good.

That's why it hurts so much that, from that place that is good for Aziraphale, perfection, he can't love Crowley.

Aziraphale continues to aim upwards in his goals and Crowley simply understands that his ultimate goal is to defend and be emissaries and representatives of humanity, always being together. Of course, Crowley knows that he loves Zira, for much longer than he probably wants to admit. This would help to understand what Viktor Frankl would call "the ultimate end", love. It is easy for him to fall in love with someone for whom he also has a congenital admiration, which perhaps is not the case because Crowley despises heaven in its simplest meaning, and he denies God's will as unknown, fickle, and apparently full of favoritism. On the other hand, Zira won't love Crowley until he understands the "shade of gray", that exist in heaven, hell or God himself. Until Zira accepts that his total structure and idiosyncrasy is based on an unfair image of heaven, and understands hell as an unfortunate but almost random place, and in which good angels fell for asking questions, in which angels capable of loving and doing good reside, not as Crowley's Aziraphale presumes, but as acts that do not inherently belong to Angels and therefore, nothing to do with heaven, he will be able to love Crowley as he (and I add this because I want him to be happy) deserves it.

So Zira's expressions can be understood as a sad pain of somehow loving a demon that doesn't want to be saved, and for that reason, may be unworthy. Still we know Zira adore him, but it is not enough. Crowley understands that it is not enough because perhaps he had not realized how deeply Aziraphale still believes in good and bad without making distinctions. They showed us how difficult it is for Zira to accept the lesser evil in Chapter 3.

Imagine that even after 6000 years someone who knows you well, whom you love, continues to believe that, because of your origin, you are unworthy, and your only redeeming qualities come from heaven, that tried to kill him before! Of course Crowley is heartbroken! Of course Aziraphale is afraid and certainly of course Zira needs to understand all this all alone. It also pains me to believe that Zira doesn't understand why Crowley rejected him, and continues to reject heaven. He doesn't understand and he doesn't want to understand, and if Crowley had told him how he felt when Gabriel told him, thinking he was Aziraphale, to shut his stupid mouth and die already, maybe he would have understood... But of course, Crowley doesn't talk about this. It's one of the issues they couldn't address now that they were "getting serious." I bet it hurts Crowley just to mention it.

I understand Aziraphale more than I want to. Because he is a very naive idealist. And he doesn't want to miss the opportunity to just do good. He unfortunately dragged us the moral superiority of him by trying.

So... to hell everything, to heaven or wherever else .

[the-time-lord-oracle]

If Shareen Costello had been in The Girl in the Fireplace:

"The monsters and the Doctor. It seems you cannot have one without the other." Reinette mused.

"Tell me about it." Rose chuckled. "The thing is, you weren't supposed to have either." she went on seriously. "Those creatures are messing with history. None of this was ever supposed to happen to you."

"Supposed to happen?" Reinette glowered. "What does that mean? It happened, child, and I would not have it any other way." she went on haughtily.

"Oi, watch it, Fancy knickers!" Shareen said sharply. "Or you'll be going to ya next ball with a black eye!"

"How dare you!" Reinette glared. "I am the mistress of His Majesty the King of France! You would not dare strike ME!"

"I'm not French," Shareen retorted, "so try me!" And she stood up, ready to knock some humility into the snobby French woman.

"'Reen, it's alright, just leave it." Rose said hastily, not wanting a fight to break out.

"Yeah, well just watch the lip, ok?" Shareen said to Reinette, and sat back down again.

"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel." Reinette mused, returning to the matter at hand.

"Huh, Peacock is no angel!" Shareen scoffed. "He's an arrogant git with delusions of grandeur."

[sonnetsterlingwritesstuff]

Our Own World- An Ineffable Lovers Oneshot

Thanks to my friend Sophie for the inspiration!

MAJOR GOOD OMENS 2 SPOILERS

Ao3 Here

Genre: Fluff/ Angst

Words: 2414

TL;DR: What if Aziraphale gave into Crowley’s kiss? Could he really just let himself be in love?

“You idiot! We could have been us!”

Aziraphale looked away, unable to look Crowley in the eyes even if they were obscured by glasses. Crowley was, of course, right- if Aziraphale went up to Heaven, he would never get to be himself again. He would never have the time to sit back and read a good book, nor would there be any relevance for books in his life. He would not drink another coffee, no matter what The Metatron promised. He would not get to witness the everyday beauty of humanity that he had become so very fond of. But worst of all, he wouldn’t see Crowley anymore. He’d come to rely on the demon so fiercely that he barely knew what he’d be without Crowley around.

Before he even had a chance to think about how he was going to respond he heard brisk footsteps, and within a few moments he’d been grabbed roughly, a pair of lips forced onto his own. It felt like his heart stopped beating, the world slowing almost to a standstill. What in the world was Crowley doing?

Aziraphale tried to be a ‘good’ angel. A good angel wouldn’t even consider tolerating what Crowley was doing to him. So Aziraphale tried to stop Crowley, to work up the willpower to push the demon away, to do anything to make it all stop, but… he couldn’t. It had been foolish to think that he could- Aziraphale hadn’t been a ‘good’ angel for a very long time. Flailing arms eventually calmed, clinging to the demon, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. Wave after wave of guilt washed over Aziraphale, but in the ebb he found himself in a state of pure euphoria, desperate to hold onto this moment forever. It did eventually have to end though- everything did.

Or did it? Did he really have to go with the Metatron? He certainly felt like he did, but… there was something eerie about that feeling like it was pre-programmed into him. It didn’t take into account anything that he’d ever been through- anything about the person he’d become since becoming Heaven’s representative on Earth. Everything about this place had changed him. He’d stood directly against Heaven multiple times in the past few years, and yet now… now he was so eager to play their games that he’d abandon everything he held dear? For whose sake? It certainly wasn’t his own- Aziraphale was rarely that selfish. He’d thought it was for Crowley’s sake- that he could restore him to his former glory, take away some of the pain- but to see him beg like he had made Aziraphale acutely aware that that pain was Heaven’s doing in the first place. Crowley wasn’t coming with him, so what was the point? Why was he so keen to betray the only person who had always been there when he needed them?

He relished in the kiss for a few moments longer before he was released from it just as roughly as he had been pulled into it. He stared at Crowley for a moment, feeling like he was looking into the eyes of an entirely new person. It was like something had clicked and he finally understood. Even with the veil of Crowley’s shades between them, it felt like the windows to the demon’s soul had finally been opened to him, and what was inside was tragically beautiful. He let out a shuddering sigh, his stomach turning. He wrung his hands, trying to do anything to relieve the stress that seemed to overtake him.

“Okay.” He croaked out.

“Okay what?” Crowley blinked.

“Okay… I’ll stay.” Aziraphale told him.

“You’ll stay…” Crowley muttered.

“I’ll stay.” Aziraphale nodded.

“You’ll stay.” A smirk started to form on Crowley’s face.

A moment passed before Aziraphale’s collar was grabbed again, this time much more gently. Nothing about this time was forced. Lips met willingly, melting into each other. Hands found their places. Aziraphale’s looped around Crowley’s back, pulling him closer, and Crowley’s found their way to Aziraphale’s hair, tangling and pulling gently. There was no haste- no need for an end. There was simply enjoyment, and closeness that filled a void Aziraphale hadn’t known existed within himself. He hadn’t known how incomplete he was until this moment, holding Crowley in his arms and allowing himself the simple luxury of living in that moment. When they did pull away, that didn’t feel forced either. It just happened naturally. Crowley’s hands slipped out of Aziraphale’s hair, trailing down from his shoulders to his arms until he eventually took Aziraphale’s hand in his own.

“Are we really staying though?” Crowley checked, picking up as though the conversation had never stopped. “Or should we go?”

“Go where?” Aziraphale asked.

“Well… Alpha Centauri is lovely this time of year.” Crowley considered. “And it should be at its prime. All the best stars are shining right now.”

“I don’t think I can leave this place, Crowley.” Aziraphale admitted.

“If we don’t they’ll never stop bothering us.” Crowley warned him. “We’ll never get a break- we’re always going to have to fight just for the right to exist.”

“Then the fight will be worth it.” Aziraphale sighed. “Think of this place, Crowley- think of how it’s treated up. Think of every beautiful thing we’ve seen, or been a part of. We fought for this place for a reason- this place has made us into what we are. We would never be standing where we are without the influence that humanity has had in our life. If we leave… We'll miss out on so much, Crowley. We still have so much to learn.”

“You really can’t leave this bookshop, can you Angel?” Crowley teased, a soft chuckle escaping him.

“It’s our home, Crowley.” Aziraphale blushed softly.

“Our home?” Crowley quirked a playful brow.

“Do you not agree?” Aziraphale pointed out. “This is our home, just like the Bentley is our car.”

“It’s not.” Crowley gave him a playful glare.

“Say what you will. The Bentley knows whose it is.” Aziraphale hummed teasingly. “Maybe… maybe we could get a real home, Crowley.”

“I thought you said this was our home.” Crowley raised a brow.

“In spirit, but… perhaps we could buy a house.” Aziraphale blushed lightly. “Make a space of our own. We could decorate it as we please, and fill it with as many plants as we can. We could have a beautiful garden, and a living room with a fireplace and a television and a record player. We’d have a place to get away from work and just be, should we need to. And we’d be able to host such wonderful parties, without having to fuss up all of the books in the shop. The Bentley could even have a garage of its own.”

“It would like that.” Crowley considered.

“Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a home in the countryside?” Aziraphale gushed. “With rolling hills in our own backyard… we could walk less than a minute and be in a field, entirely on our own. Imagine the picnics…”

“I’ve always been more of a city person.” Crowley told him.

“Somewhere in-between, then.” Aziraphale compromised. “Close enough to the city, but with all the luxury of the country.”

“Perhaps…” Crowley smirked softly, evidently amused.

Of course, these thoughts weren’t spontaneous. Like most readers, Aziraphale was a daydreamer, and with all the romance novels he’d read he’d had many a daydream about the life he and his lover could share. He’d pictured it all so vividly, and without fault every time the lover he saw was Crowley. It had all felt so forbidden before, but… now that he knew Crowley felt the same way and he could express those feelings openly, they felt so right. It felt as though every word he spoke brought him closer to living out the fantasies constantly playing out in his head- like he was manifesting it.

“We could have a family Crowley.” Aziraphale mused.

“Could we?” The demon let out a small chuckle.

“We could adopt a dog… and perhaps, should the opportunity arise, a child.” Aziraphale sighed contentedly.

“A child?” Crowley’s face fell.

“Well, yes.” Aziraphale blinked. “We both like children.”

“If you want a child, we’ve got Muriel.” Crowley chuckled nervously. “They’re basically a child, and I’ve a feeling they’re not going anywhere.”

“Muriel isn’t a child, Crowley- they’re just naive.” Aziraphale tutted.

“Then what about a dog? Or a cat?” Crowley suggested. “Or, if you’re really keen, both.”

“Animals are lovely, but… I think we’d make great parents.” Aziraphale sighed. “Don’t you?”

“Angel… we’d watch that child live and die.” Crowley warned.

“Wouldn’t that be beautiful?” Aziraphale hummed.

“The living part, sure.” Crowley pointed out. “The dying part… that’s not going to be fun, angel. And what are we gonna tell them when we go through all his life without changing? Humans aren’t supposed to know about us.”

“Heaven and Hell don’t need to know about the child or what it knows.” Aziraphale countered

“But they will.” Crowley scoffed incredulously.

“Then… then perhaps we can try the growing old thing.” Aziraphale told him. “Together.”

“We don’t do that.” Crowley blinked.

“Our appearance is entirely up to us, Crowley.” Aziraphale considered. “We could age whenever and however we’d like- wouldn’t it be beautiful to watch each other grow?”

“You read too many books, Angel.” Crowley shook his head, chuckling faintly.

“But you have to admit… it all sounds good, doesn’t it?” Aziraphale asked, an urgency in his tone. Crowley wasn’t one for enthusiasm, and he knew that, but… the reactions he was giving still made Aziraphale a little nervous.

“Maybe.” Crowley smirked.

There was a brief beat of silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, though- the kind of silence that spoke. They both needed the moment to process everything that had been said. The spark in Crowley’s eyes told Aziraphale that he was just as excited about the future as he was. He hadn’t expected Crowley to be the one to make the first move. Aziraphale had planned many opportunities to confess his love… and as each came, Aziraphale lost his courage. But finally, finally, he had confirmation that the way he felt was mutual. The fantasies he’d had were mutual.

“I… I think I’m in love with you, Crowley- and I think that I have been for a very, very long time.” Aziraphale admitted.

“Really?” Crowley droned sarcastically. “Truly, Angel, I’d never have guessed.”

“Oh shut up.” Aziraphale flushed red.

“Is that any way to speak to the love of your life?” Crowley teased. Aziraphale was too flustered to come up with a good retort to that. “For the record, I love you too, Angel.”

“You do?” Aziraphale’s eyes lit up a little.

“I do.” Crowley assured him, taking Aziraphale’s hands and holding them to his chest. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“I suppose we’re a little stubborn.” Aziraphale considered.

“Understatement of the millennia.” Crowley scoffed before starting to chuckle.

“That, and… well, it’s going to be complicated.” Aziraphale considered. “Heaven and Hell aren’t going to like this. I mean, look at Beelzebub and Gabriel.”

“We don’t really need them, do we?” Crowley sighed softly. “We have each other. We’ve had each other from the beginning of time- from when I watched you ‘lose’ your sword… When I watched you defy Heaven to save Job’s children… When you watched me save Elspeth’s life. We aren’t theirs, Aziraphale, and we haven’t been for a very long time. We’re our own team- and quite frankly I think we’re the best team.”

“So do I.” Aziraphale agreed.

“We’ll work it out, Angel.” Crowley assured him. “It might take some time, but we’ll do it- I promise you that.”

“We’ll work it out…” Aziraphale repeated softly, nodding.

For some reason, he truly believed that they would.

Of course, he would. One can work anything out within their own mind- in their fantasies. But in the end, that’s all that they were- fantasies. Daydreams. Ideas that had raced into Aziraphale’s mind the minute Crowley’s lips had crashed against his own. In reality, the angel had neither held his demon close nor given him much of a kiss back. He’d frozen, arms never ceasing to flail, until he’d been tossed out of the kiss just as quickly as he’d been pulled into it. As he looked into the demon’s eyes, his own filled with tears, and be sputtered in an attempt to say something.

Fantasies were lovely, but they always tended to be just out of reach. The unfortunate thing was that Aziraphale may not have been the best angel, but… he was a good one- even if he didn’t want to be. He wanted so badly to stay here forever- to keep the dream alive- but… Heaven needed him. As long as Heaven needed him, he would be at its beck and call. No matter what he wanted, he would always go where they needed him. Crowley knew that better than anyone else because Crowley knew him better than anyone else.

It was exceptionally cruel, then, that Crowley had done this to him. That he’d known how hard this already was for Aziraphale- how hard Crowley himself had already made this by refusing to accept his offer- and yet still he’d kissed him. This was torture. It wasn’t done for love, as much as it might seem like it was to the unknowing viewer. It was, at best, a last-ditch attempt to stop Aziraphale. If that’s what it was, Crowley had to have known the odds of it working were slim to none… but he’d done it anyway. If it wasn’t… then this was done out of spite. Aziraphale wasn’t sure which hurt him more. He tried to find the words to respond- the words to tear a strip out of Crowley, to let him know what he’d done. But the eye-for-an-eye thing wasn’t in the angel’s nature. All that came out was this:

“I… I forgive you.”

“Don’t bother.” The demon grumbled, walking out of the shop and slamming the door shut.

Aziraphale felt a hand raise to his lips on instinct, tears starting to roll down his face. He had a very distinct feeling that a page was turning. No matter how he tried to push back, it was going to fall, and this chapter would close. This wonderful era of his life was finally at its end, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it.

[redemptioninchaos]

🚿, 🌍, 🍺, ⌛️, ➗ (Colette, Risuto, Tess)

How good are they at hygiene?

All three keep themselves clean. Colette and Tess both prefer to shower while Risuto usually finds a warm spring to bathe in.

Knowledge of the world

When it comes to the world at large, all three vary in knowledge. Colette doesn't care for world politics, but she often catches world news on her phone via InstaChat and other social media. Tess in mortality didn't care about what went on in the world since she couldn't leave New York and live. Risuto knows much less about the world, stuck in his old samurai ways even well into his death.

Alcohol tolerance

Colette can't actually get drunk; her innate wyvern physiology disallows her from doing so. Since alcohol is naturally fire-friendly, any time she burps while drinking it, there's a chance a small flame escapes her mouth. Tess, being so small and not really one to eat much, would likely get drunk after one or two drinks in mortality. As an angel, her alcohol tolerance is technically increased, but she stopped drinking for Sergio's sake and never really found a reason to start again. Risuto doesn't mind a sake every now and then and has a high alcohol tolerance as a demon, though he keeps his drinking in moderation so he can protect Liu as best as he can.

Time management

Colette procrastinates a bunch when the time window to complete a contract is far enough away, but she still manages to make it on time when she leaves. Granted, she often drives uber fast in her sports car and potentially endangers lives while doing so, but she'd never killed anyone with her car; the blood would be a terrible addition to her convertible.

Tess's time management is practically immaculate; there have been many times where she gets the call to action and arrives at the nick of time to save someone, one example being @lycanspirited's Robin when his father tried to kill him. She's not one to waste time at all, and if there's any downtime, she's doing it to actively help others in the hopes that there will be fewer problems later.

Risuto is similar to Tess in that he wastes no time as well, only speaking to enemies when he offers the rare courtesy to walk away. Most of the time, if his enemies talk, they're cut short as a flash of steel cuts through the air...and their throats. Guarding Liu is a 24/7 operation, so unfortunately there is no downtime for him, though it doesn't mean he won't take some time playing Go with his friend when there's no other business to attend to.

Mathematics

All three have above average arithmetic ability. Both Colette and Tess worked as cashiers at one point, Tess moreso than Colette, so both have experience in counting money, for example. Risuto doesn't have any special arithmetic experience, but he ain't dumb. That's about as best as I can describe it.