#azirafae

[omens-for-ophelia]

Crowley is convinced that a fairy is living in his beautifully tended garden, and in spite of his very best efforts he has yet to actually see one. He has been leaving a bowl of cream out in the garden each night as a little extra temptation - but so far, only the neighbourhood fox seems to be enjoying it. On the advice of a friend, Crowley decides to switch up his tactics. As it turns out, the fairy living in his magnolia tree just has much more exacting standards than your average brownie or gnome. This is made abundantly clear the next morning when Crowley comes downstairs to find his carefully wrapped bakery box now open on the windowsill, the ribbon it was secured with now fluttering in the early breeze. And inside, nestled amongst the finest profiteroles in the South Downs, he finds a round, pink-cheeked fairy, delicately licking cream off his tiny fingertips.

I was so charmed by the idea of a plump, spoiled little 'Azirafae' enjoying fancy human desserts that I couldn't help myself! 🩷 Entirely self indulgent! Will this be a fic one day? Who knows!

[the-cheese-slut]

no one:

fur fur: AziraFa la la la la, la la la laaaaaaaaaaa

[ch3rrycat-420]

@azirafae tagged me in this back in October and I just saw it because I stopped using tumblr for a hot minute lmao sorry

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of  music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs

1. rgb money (bbno$)

2. Verbatim (Mother Mother)

3. Point / Counterpoint (Streetlight Manifesto)

4. Dumpster (Penelope Scott)

5. Turn it Up (Oliver Tree ft. Tommy Cash)

6. Chelsea Dagger (The Fratellis)

7. girlfriend (hemlocke springs)

8. Trigger of Love (JAWNY)

9. Maggot (Slutever)

10. Self Care (Penelope Scott)

Also, even though no one asked, my Spotify wrapped

Anyways I wanna see what's on my mutuals playlists so I'm tagging @themling @manie-sans-delire-x @wabbafluga @blacktailedfawn on the off chance y'all feel like doing one of these

[pastelbrachypelma]

So, just a little tidbit of my Reverse Omens AU. My demon!Aziraphale’s eyes are loosely based off of @speremint‘s demon!Azi, but I believe everything else is 100% me. Tagging @psychic-nura since you said you were interested when I first started posting about this, so. Here you go!

I’ll probably post it all on AO3 eventually, but it doesn’t have a proper title yet, so...RIP.

Azirafaal bided his time. One could say it wasn’t right for a demon to be patient, but he had been trusted with an important duty, after all, and one cannot simply rush headfirst into such an important and vital task, oh no. A delicate science such as tempting must be handled with great care and calculation.

That was why he favored the form of the spider. His true form was of course larger than his mortal cousins, but that was to be expected. After all, he couldn’t very well make an impression here in the garden if he was but a speck in the wind! He’d made himself a little den in the earth, watching and waiting. Spiders like him were patient predators who struck quickly and with a minimum of fuss. And that was exactly what Azirafaal was planning on doing. Eventually. When the time was right.

~

Zadkiel was, quite frankly, bored. 

Eden was beautiful enough and peaceful enough, sure, but it was all very...stagnant. Each day was the same; he’d watch the two humans in the garden wandering about without any clothes on eating figs and nuts and berries, taming animals, picking flowers. Dull. And everything was so bright here in the Garden. He missed the darkness of the night sky, where only his stars would twinkle at him with soft lights, growing and changing at his will. Or, he supposed, Hers. 

He was a Dominion, so technically, this post was above him. His station here on Earth was actually meant for a Principality, but he was being punished by the Almighty, and thus he was tasked with guarding both of Eden’s gates by himself, an easy task for a Dominion such as himself.

Well, that’s what the silly Archangels, who were now technically his bosses, and wasn’t that a lark, being barely above Guardians and Choirs themselves, thought to themselves. He could tell, because they snickered quite openly in his direction, speculating that he should have Fallen with the rest of them, thinking themselves high and mighty just because they were doing focused work that was actually orders from other angels. But what they thought didn’t matter to him. After all, he was a Dominion, grander than they and closer to God than they. He didn’t need to listen to their pettiness. 

Zadkiel was taking orders from them, yes, but he was not their servant.

~

Azirafaal had seen the angel in the garden. He had dark wings that shone in tones of green and blue and purple in the light, as if his individual feathers had been painted with the dust of galaxies and far-off stars. His sword, while flaming, also seemed to have spheres of light surrounding it, but it seemed as though this was an afterthought to the angel. The demon was confused, and blinked his many eyes often, watching the angel throw down his sword, or use it to cut imperfect branches off trees, or let fruit tumble to the ground. 

Azirafaal had seen the humans eating the fruits, and he had tried a few himself. After all, Hell couldn’t possibly object if he tried the sin of Gluttony on for size, now could they? He quite liked the taste of the one humans called “pears.” It could be so very juicy, and yet some were tougher, less ripe, and just as delightful. It was better than the bugs and frogs his spider form had first dictated that he eat, that was certain.

The humans talked amongst themselves of a tree in the middle of the garden that they were not supposed to touch. God, in all Her infinite wisdom, had told them to eat from every tree in the garden except for one. 

Azirafaal’s orders from Hell had been vague, since the Fall had not been all that long ago, and power structures (and structure in general) were still being established. He wasn’t exactly used to vague orders; as an angel, his life had been regimented down to the last detail, and while he’d grown bored of the structure and the lack of interesting food up in Heaven, he almost missed the clear-cut orders straight from God Herself.

He’d been jealous of the humans getting all of the good, delicious food, while Heaven was left with ambrosia, which had been on the menu since before Time began, so he couldn’t really be blamed if he Fell just for a chance to taste the new delicacies the humans might think up. But, of course, that wasn’t the only reason he Fell.

He Fell for the right to knowledge, the right to ask questions and get answers, even if the answers were difficult. 

And...oh. Oh, yes, it was the Tree of Knowledge, wasn’t it?

Azirafaal watched that foolish angel lay down his sword and recline beneath one of the shady trees, his breathing going slow and even like one of the humans at night or after their strange copulation ritual. He knew the angel would stay there for hours, unmoving.

Now would be the ideal time to strike.

~

Azirafaal made his way carefully up the wall of the Garden, towards a st of dark wings. Well, he could be mistaken for thinking it was a fellow demon. It was only when he’d started to transform into his more human shape that he recognized the glint coming off of the angel’s dark wings in the weak sunlight. Well, he’d better make a fearsome impression, then. 

Azirafaal spread out his wings, which were still mostly white, only blackened around the edges where his feathers had touched sulphur. His eyes, changed by his spider form, had three sets of irises, and a set of arachnid eyes sat squarely on his brow. They couldn’t see as well as his primary eyes, though, but that was all right. It was confusing, having all those eyes anyway. His blonde hair was unchanged by the Fall, though it looked more white-hot than Heavenly golden these days.

Azirafaal stared out at the humans wandering off across the sand dunes, feeling that he should have been proud, but that part of him (the part that didn’t want to discorporate on the spot to avoid a nasty smiting) had doubts. Had he really done the right-er, wrong, thing?

He was so distracted by his own thoughts that he didn’t hear the angel speak. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked, turning slightly towards the angel.

The angel angled towards him, a neutral expression on his face. “I said, ‘well, that went down like a lead balloon’.”

“Oh,” Azirafaal said, wondering if he was being blamed for it. “Yes, Yes it did, rather. All according to plan!” He chuckled nervously, pretending bravado like his brethren. Oh, Hastur and Ligur were so much better at this...demon, thing! “Er,” he began, “b-bit of an overreaction, don’t you think? Big, obvious tree in the middle of a Garden, and She tells them not to touch.” He puffed up his wings, straightening his back. “Eve was far too curious. Easy job, really.”

The angel hummed, his long, red hair carried gently by Eden’s soft breeze. “I don’t actually see what’s so bad about knowing the difference between Good and Evil, anyway,” he turned his head to pluck out a loose pinfeather. “She must want them to be able to do Her will.”

“Well, it must be bad!” Azirafaal spluttered. He wasn’t going to let Upstairs claim his hard work as a victory for them. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have tempted them into it!” He smiled pridefully.

“Zadkiel,” the angel said.

Azirafaal blinked at him.

“My name.” The angel replied. “Zadkiel.”

“Right.” Azirafaal turned back towards the desert. He wasn’t about to give an angel his name, no sir. That angel, Zafiel, or whatever his name was (really, it sounded like a sneeze more than anything), was going to report back to his bosses, and then he would get in big trouble with Hell for being discorporated by mass-smiting. No thank you, he’d just gotten this corporation, freshly issued, and he was not about to waste it getting discorporated by a few dozen trigger-happy angels!

“It’s ineffable,” Zadkiel said at last.

“What is?” Azirafaal asked, turning towards the angel.

Zadkiel sighed, spreading his arm out, as if gesturing across all of Creation. “This. All this. Part of a Great Plan, or something, I dunno. Best not to speculate, and all that. Not for us to understand.” He sounded bored, on the edge of mocking. Not exactly the kind of behavior you’d expect from an angel, totally and blindly faithful in the Almighty.

“The Great Plan’s ineffable?!” Azirafaal squawked, again feeling as though his victory was being ripped away from him again. Damn Her, making this go all according to Her plan.

Zadkiel nodded. “It’s,” he spread out his fingers on both hands, as if trying to form a galaxy in midair, “beyond understanding, incapable of being put into words.” He set his hands by his side again, snorting. “What rot.”

Azirafaal had to confess that the angel had lost him, for reasons not the least of which because he’d been using both of his hands to talk and gesture, and wasn’t he missing something rather important? “Pardon me, but...didn’t you have a flaming sword?”

Zadkiel’s wings stiffened.

Azirafaal’s eyes brightened and he grinned. Ah ha! Perhaps he could drag this foolish angel down with him, back to Hell! He’d get a commendation for making an angel Fall! “You did! It was flaming like anything!” His gleeful grin turned into a smirk. “What happened to it?”

Zadkiel relaxed his wings and stretched. “Gave it away.”

Azirafaal’s jaw dropped open.

“Well, of course I had to,” Zadkiel went on. “There are vicious animals out there, and it’s cold in the desert at night, and she’s expecting already, and honestly, what was I going to do with a flaming sword? So I said, ‘Here, take it, flaming sword, don’t thank me. And don’t let God catch you in here after the sun goes down’.”

Azirafaal was shocked at the angel’s admission. He didn’t seem afraid of any divine retribution either. Of course, that just made him think about what he had done, and his own fear of retribution. “I’ve been wondering if what I did with the whole ���eat the apple’ bit…was actually the right thing to do.”

“Oh, you’re a demon,” the angel replied playfully, “I don’t think you can do the right thing.”

“Oh, thank you.” Azirafaal smiled in relief, relaxing his tense shoulders. “It’s been bothering me.”

“Hm,” Zadkiel chuckled. “Wouldn’t it be funny, if I did the bad thing and you did the good one?”

Azirafaal started to chuckle along, and then rapidly came back to his senses. “No!” He admonished. “It wouldn’t be funny at all!” For your sake as well as mine, he thought. 

Zadkiel shrugged, tilting his head up to the sky as it started to rain. He lifted one dark wing up carefully, letting Azirafaal shift around it. The demon thought for sure the angel was going to take off, fly back to Heaven now that his job was done, so to speak, but no, the angel stood silently, his wing up. 

Azirafaal was half under it already, but his left wing and left shoulder were getting a bit damp from the new liquid falling from the sky. It wasn’t Holy, because it wasn’t burning him, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant. He shifted uneasily, twining his fingers together nervously.

“C’mon,” Zadkiel encouraged, glancing at the demon out of the corner of his eye, grinning. “Don’t want to get soaked, do you? It probably stinks enough in Hell without the smell of damp feathers to add to the mix.”

“Hell smells exactly the way it’s supposed to,” Azirafaal defended, though halfheartedly at best. After a moment where he was sure the angel wasn’t going to try anything funny, the demon shuffled towards the angel, nearly standing wing to shoulder, as they watched Adam brutally cut up a dead lion for he and his bride to eat.

Azirafaal didn’t know it then, but that chance meeting with Zadkiel was going to be the start of six thousand years of friendship.

And maybe something more, right at the end. But that was, as they say, ineffable.

[gentlemancaptain]

What do you call an angel who has lost the antichrist?

azirafail

[flowercrown-hobbit]

I still don't know which Dutch translator thought that Azirafaal is the same as Aziraphale. The word faal is the Dutch translation of fail.

And that same translator thought that the name Crowley was Dutch enough. 🤷

So it's Azirafail and Crowley!

[twinkpoll]

@azirafae Thank you!

I'm starting to have my suspicions that someone is botting for Howl, because there is no way it could stay that fixed for so long, not with the reblogs it has.

Imagine cheating on a Tumblr poll. Sad and pathetic.

[kitharion]

Tagged by @neoncomets 🥰🥰🥰

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of  music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. no skipping!

Oh god I have several playlists and I haven’t been listening to any of them so I’m just gonna used my liked songs. It’s only like 800 tracks and doesn’t include most of my all-time top fave listens but it’ll do lol

Blackout by Frank Turner (I have no memory of this place)

Keep Riding Me by ur pretty

Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At The Disco (lol)

Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional (LOL)

I Run To You by MISSIO

Bloody Waters by Ab-Soul, Anderson .Paak, James Blake (I did really like the Black Panther soundtrack I can admit it)

What A Shame by Leyla Blue

Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major BWV 1007: I. Prelude by Johann Sebastian Bach performed by Yo-Yo Ma (you love to see it)

New Constellations by Ryn Weaver

Faith by tiLLie

Yeah that was about as all over as I expected. TL;DR: I have terrible taste in music and dgaf 😂 I don’t really have 10 entire people to tag buuut I’ll tag:

@aiyaria @cleverclara @sophisticat42 @peachthatdrinkslemonade @knowtrueliving @sarah-----jane @azirafae and anyone else who’d like to participate! No obligation obviously, but pls tag me if you decide to share :D

[bewildrd]

i was tagged by @danzeta to post 6 pics that describe me and then tag 6 people. This was very interesting and insightful, thank you 🌚 and sorry for taking so long

I will tag @oppahelpme @moribeck @rcse-tvler @mooninibear @azirafae

[i-am-just-happy]

When I started season 2, for some god forsaken reason Prime decided to use Dutch audio on me for the first time ever. I haven't been the same since. Nothing had ever felt more wrong. Everyday I still wish to unhear Dutch Crowley talking to 'Azirafaal'. One dreadful minute of my life I'll never get back.

SCREAM i didn’t know they translated his name as azira-fail in dutch 😭😭😭😭

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

een stukje van de wereld

een stukje van de wereld

by eggheadwizard

Azirafaal en Crowley hebben elkaar al een tijdje niet gezien, maar dat verandert tijdens de Beeldenstorm. De Afspraak wordt eindelijk gemaakt.

Words: 2742, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Nederlands

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Aziraphale and Crowley Through The Ages (Good Omens), Pre-Relationship, The Netherlands, Historical Accuracy, daar ging ik tenminste voor, Nederlands | Dutch, Literal Sleeping Together, beetje Rutte-bashing en nog meer carnaval-bashing, The Arrangement (Good Omens), Hurt/Comfort, Holding Hands, teen and up omdat er wat gescholden wordt, Translation Available, misschien ietwat out of character want ik schrijf ze nooit in het nederlands

From https://ift.tt/gKWPA93 https://archiveofourown.org/works/42603924

[gentlemancaptain]

So, I decided to get Amazon Prime so I could rewatch Good Omens with dutch subtitles. However they translated Aziraphale to Azirafaal which would translate back to Azirafail.

Why would you do my boy dirty like this @ the translators

[degenezijde]

I appreciate the Dutch Azirafaal because of the 'fail' in the name there.

Hello Mr. Gaiman, I have a question about the german translation of Good Omens that has been bugging me for a while now. Who's decision was it to change Aziraphale's name to Erziraphael and why? All the other names that got changed are understandable to a degree but that one.

I have absolutely no idea.

[bewildrd]

hi! thanks for the tag 🥰

there isn't really a story for the name of my blog. bewildered is another word for confused. I made this blog years ago. I think I meant it to describe my sense of self or direction of my future.

I'm tagging @azirafae (we've been mutuals for such a long time ❤️ and our blogs have changed so much lol) @comingtoyourparty @yumcha-af (I always find you guys in my notes and I'm really glad you like my posts. you're the backbone of this blog 😭)

Hi! Reblog with the story behind your Username

Mine is cuz one time my sister almost killed a lightning bug(firefly, whatever), and then I fixed its wing and it flew away, so I proclaimed myself the Lightning Bug Queen.

Tagging: @itswisegirl712 @bisexualbubbleboy22 @proudclarinetplayer @deano-cas @when-humans-were-good @spiderway95 And anyone who wants to

[e-rated-beardo]

I would read an Azirafae fic if it ever happens! Himbs so CUTE 🥹

Crowley is convinced that a fairy is living in his beautifully tended garden, and in spite of his very best efforts he has yet to actually see one. He has been leaving a bowl of cream out in the garden each night as a little extra temptation - but so far, only the neighbourhood fox seems to be enjoying it. On the advice of a friend, Crowley decides to switch up his tactics. As it turns out, the fairy living in his magnolia tree just has much more exacting standards than your average brownie or gnome. This is made abundantly clear the next morning when Crowley comes downstairs to find his carefully wrapped bakery box now open on the windowsill, the ribbon it was secured with now fluttering in the early breeze. And inside, nestled amongst the finest profiteroles in the South Downs, he finds a round, pink-cheeked fairy, delicately licking cream off his tiny fingertips.

I was so charmed by the idea of a plump, spoiled little 'Azirafae' enjoying fancy human desserts that I couldn't help myself! 🩷 Entirely self indulgent! Will this be a fic one day? Who knows!

[ineffable-rohese]

Yeah, no, gotta reblog this again because I am obsessed. That tum? The lil squishy bit at the armpit? Perfection. And his expression??? Look I don't know if I need him or need to be him.

Also, alternate HC: Crowley as an alley cat who lives behind a bakery, thinks he's caught a lil bird, oops it's a sexy demanding fairy, Catley nurses Azirafae back to health with stolen pastries, they fall in love.

Crowley is convinced that a fairy is living in his beautifully tended garden, and in spite of his very best efforts he has yet to actually see one. He has been leaving a bowl of cream out in the garden each night as a little extra temptation - but so far, only the neighbourhood fox seems to be enjoying it. On the advice of a friend, Crowley decides to switch up his tactics. As it turns out, the fairy living in his magnolia tree just has much more exacting standards than your average brownie or gnome. This is made abundantly clear the next morning when Crowley comes downstairs to find his carefully wrapped bakery box now open on the windowsill, the ribbon it was secured with now fluttering in the early breeze. And inside, nestled amongst the finest profiteroles in the South Downs, he finds a round, pink-cheeked fairy, delicately licking cream off his tiny fingertips.

I was so charmed by the idea of a plump, spoiled little 'Azirafae' enjoying fancy human desserts that I couldn't help myself! 🩷 Entirely self indulgent! Will this be a fic one day? Who knows!