#deaf crowley

[ineedhjalp]

i relate deeply to this fictional character *i latch onto them like a vampire, or perhaps a leech*

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

you mean i’m supposed to EAT? and CLEAN MYSELF? and SLEEP?? after sitting in the same spot for the past 8 hours naked eating cheese popcorn and cookies and watching good omens 2 and then crying about good omens 2 and then shitposting about good omens 2 and now it’s 3 am??? FOR WHAT??????????

[asmuchasidliketo]

@johnlocked1827384

Behold

The greatest nature documentary ever created

[ryebread0605]

Hii! Hope you're doing great.

Can you do dorm leaders of twisted wonderland with a mute or blind reader? ( male reader)

It's okay if not and thanks! (✿❛���❛)

This is a very fun one to do cuz I love to see disability rep in fanfics (especially as a disabled person!) I hope you don’t mind that I did deaf and blind!

Riddle: 

he just thinks you’re ignoring him at first when he yells at you to go to specific areas you don’t know, which leads to many instances of the collar being put on you 

He gets curious when he sees deuce leading you around everywhere 

Started to get suspicious when he found out you do all your essays and readings through the computer

Yeah he’s not the type to figure out you are blind on his own

Finally comes to a head as you’re painting the roses, he comes behind you and goes “NO THOSE ARE BLUE NOT RED! WHAT, ARE YOU BLIND OR SOMETHING?” 

Awkward silence begins and it finally clicks 

Poor boy is apologetic beyond belief and will do anything in his power to make up for it

Goes out of his way to make sure every single corner in the heartslabyul form has a cushion against it so you won’t hurt yourself 

“I’m so sorry (name) I promise I didn’t know. Please, if there’s any way we can accommodate you more, let myself or Trey know!”

Leona:

at first, he sees you as weak, an easy target

Until he tries to sneak up on you and get an elbow straight to the gut

He can tell right away that you don’t let being blind hold you back and DAMN does he respect it

Jack is given the duty of being your eyes, seeing as you have numeral classes together and are both freshmen

He adds a detail to spelldrive so you can play, making it so the disc beeps when it’s close to you so you can catch it 

He will never admit that his instincts are telling him to take the small weak cub under his wing

“Look, in this dorm it’s survival of the fittest. If you’ve spent this long at NRC without being taken out by a dumbass, you got what it takes to be part of the dorm”

Azul:

because of the Sea Witch stories, it became mandatory for all merfolk to learn some version of sign language

He can easily spot you are deaf and tries to strike up a deal first, only he mixes it up in his mind and signs ‘date’ instead 

Both of you are blushing messes but why not? 

You help to properly teach him and the tweels proper sign language and in return you now have 3 powerful and influential men there to protect you at any time 

“I must ask, do you think it would be a fruitful venture to hold a paid for sign language class? Of course the proceeds would go to a charity! That charity being getting you those hearing aids you’ve been wanting”

Kalim:

Is very confused as you don’t seem to hear him at all, making him practically yell

Jamil has to be the one to tell him that you could just be deaf

This mans is FLUENT in sign and will have the best gossip to tell you that only you two can hear 

Jamil is happy cuz it keeps him out of trouble and keeps the dorm quiet

Until Kalim realizes he can raise the music so you can feel the bass 

“Isn’t this awesome! I knew you’d love this song! Everyone deserves the chance to party in Scarabia!”

Vil:

he has worked with plenty of people so it’s no surprise he knows how to sign 

During the SDC, he makes sure you have a seat closest to the speakers so you can feel the vibrations the best 

Offers several times to make you a hearing potion but accepts that it is a part of you that you wish to keep 

ASL is now mandatory to learn in the Pomefiore dorm (with permission from Crowley who sees this as an opportunity to show how inclusive his school is)

“(Name) how does this seat work for you? Is it close enough to the speaker? Or would you rather have an interpreter? Just let me know potato”

Idia:

it makes him feel so relaxed to know you can’t see him

You enjoy video games AND you can’t clock his looks? Hell yes

He’s ringing up STYX right away to sent a Cerberus unit as a guide dog for you 

If you are up to it, he would love to make cyber eyes for you to give you sight back

Gets super excited hanging out with you and lets himself be himself because in his eyes you can’t see him so you don’t judge him 

“-and yeah! He should be all set up for your fingerprint id! If any problems happen, like normies trying to get in your way, he has an op defense mode”

Malleus:

by FAR the most protective of you

Since you can’t see, he worries others will take advantage of that and he is NOT having that

He is your person guard dragon and will follow you around everywhere  

Has set up his nest in Diasomnia (because I like the idea that he keeps dragon instincts like nesting and hoarding) to include a tactile pathway to both the bathroom and door so you have more sense of freedom

If he can’t guard you, Lilia will. Lilia is a lot more ferocious in his guarding as he had blind soldiers when he was a general

“Child of man, if you need anything, money is no problem. I could get you set up with working eyes if you would like. But if you prefer how you are, that’s alright too”

[noxnightingales]

this is making me ill.

this person does not understand that when I look at my favorite characters I am looking at rape culture. anyone who knows about the V-J photo and is a fan of Omens will know exactly what they are seeing. Also, the woman in the photo was not only a victim of SA she was a Holocaust refugee and her parents died in concentration camps. Can you even imagine coming here and this happening? It's okay though, it is 100% consensual because you say it is.

Perhaps, we can take other historical photos/paintings, and even though they do not depict something consensual, if we draw it, that will make it okay.

I mean, you know who else is involved with SA, Neil Gaiman

then, someone left this in their comment

ace phobia, too? and how would Aziraphale try to "prove" Crowley wrong and why? In the tags nobody spoke up?

I am ace and a victim of SA that started when I was 15. It nearly turned into me getting murdered. Be sorry all you like, but it falls upon deaf ears if you don't do anything about it.

I have 100 friends on here and they are all great and other people on here where we've commented. There have been misunderstandings but you can bet I will do my best to correct a misunderstanding. I also like it if I post something incorrect that you out there are brave enough to tell me. I want to learn the truth, help me get there.

I only continue on this subject because 20 years of my life was stolen away by abuse and I know it happens to people everyday. Some don't make it. If this makes me some kind of villain, then so be it. I have never been popular but I have always stood up for what I believe.

[faebaex]

Tangled in Wonderland - Library Liaison

author note: Winner of the first 1000 follower event poll was Riddle! every time I write Riddle, I forget how much I enjoy writing him (≧◡≦) he’s such an interesting, complex character. I hope I do him justice, I think he deserves it. Next up is Leona, who won the second poll and the Octavinelle poll is currently running, so go check it out if you haven’t seen it already! Enjoy~

characters: Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

You sat, staring into space in the Ramshackle dorm lounge. The ruined interior really helped you zone out, your mind still reeling after the odd situation that you found yourself in.

Despite your best endeavours, your life in Twisted Wonderland had so far proceeded exactly as it had for the main character. The chandelier still ended up breaking, you still ended up going to the dwarf mine and getting attacked by the overblot monster and, in the end, you ended up becoming a joint student with Grim. You had developed a rocky friendship with both Ace and Deuce, despite how you tried to distance yourself from them. It wasn’t anything personal, you just sort of hoped that the events in the game wouldn’t occur if you kept yourself low profile and didn’t get close to any of the game’s named characters.

Unfortunately, so far that plan hadn’t worked out.

Ace still ended up coming to your dorm, collar and all, complaining about his housewarden. You had attempted to slow the inevitable ride to disaster, even suggesting that Ace and Deuce transfer and become students of Ramshackle dorm in an attempt to cool the tensions. But your suggestions fell on deaf ears, and Ace and Deuce ended up challenging Riddle to the housewarden duel that ended up resulting in his overblot. Safe to say, your attempts at laying low and floating undetected through the student body weren’t going well so far.

And to top it all off, Crowley had been avoiding you, as you had been using any opportunity to ambush him and ask him if he had made any progress on finding a way home for you. If Crowley’s monumental negligence in the game was anything to go by, he likely wasn’t even looking into it, so the least you could do was make his life as miserable as possible. When you weren’t accosting Crowley, you spent every spare moment you had in the library.

Every day, you’d comb the library for any material that even had a hint of information about your situation. You were always surrounded by books, piled high around you as you poured over the often-dry material. You’d entirely absconded from any of your schoolwork, leaving that particular gambit to Grim. Whilst diligence wasn’t Grim’s strong point, there was nothing bribery with a can of premium tuna couldn’t solve. So from after classes to when you could barely keep your eyes open any longer, you were huddled in a discreet spot in the library, an agreement with one of the library ghosts meaning that this table was basically reserved for you.

It was just another day for you at the library, surrounded by dusty tomes that obviously hadn’t been touched in who knows how long. You were currently absorbed in a publication about summoning magic, so absorbed in fact that you didn’t notice the figure who had approached your table until they cleared their throat.

“Hello prefect. I see you are in the library again today.”

You froze in your seat, reluctantly looking up to see Riddle standing at the opposite side of your desk. With a purse of your lips, you nodded once before lowering your eyes back down to your book. “Yup.” You responded flatly, turning to the next page, not seeing Riddle fidget awkwardly in front of you.

“You are very studious, prefect. I’ve seen you in the library every day for the past two weeks, Ace and Deuce could stand to learn a thing from you,” Riddle remarked, reaching out and settling a hand on the chair opposite yours, readying to pull it out, “may I?”

“Um… I’d rather you didn’t, actually.” You responded, looking up from your textbook again with a neutral expression. Riddle’s hand froze on the chair and for a moment he looked like a deer caught in lamplights, before his grip tightened on the back of the chair.

“I… See…” Riddle mumbled, and an awkward silence settled between you. You gave a small, cold smile, hoping that Riddle would get the hint and leave, and he did turn, but hesitated and turned back to you, a conflicted frown on his face. “Have I… Offended you in some way, prefect?” Riddle broached and internally you sighed, wishing the pile of books surrounding you would tumble down and hide you from this awkward situation.

“Well… When you throw a tree at someone, its hard not to take it personally.” You quipped coolly, turning your eyes back down to your book and trying to find the line you were on, hoping that Riddle would finally leave you alone. But as ever since you had gotten into this world, luck was not on your side.

Riddle looked absolutely mortified by your comment, and to your chagrin, he pulled out the chair opposite you and sat down, leaning forward in an attempt to keep your conversation as private as possible. “I-I’m sorry if I’ve given you a negative impression… I’m aware that my behaviour was unacceptable and—”

“Look, Riddle,” you sighed, grabbing a spare bookmark so that you didn’t lose your place, considering Riddle seemed to have no intention of leaving you in peace anytime soon, “it’s nothing personal. Really, it isn’t. I just…” You sighed again, putting your head in your hands and rubbing your temples for a moment, “its hard for me adjusting to life here, so I prefer to spend my time alone. I hope you understand.” Once again, silence fell between you and you found yourself shifting impatiently in your chair. You didn’t hate Riddle, not at all. How could you? Riddle had very compelling reasons to be the way he was, and you knew that after his overblot incident, he did make deliberate steps to change and accept his flaws. But… You had your own world to get back to and if being cold and unwelcoming was what it took for you to get back there, then so be it.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N. I had no idea that you were feeling that way… I should have realised that given your situation…” Riddle trailed off, and the two of you once again lapsed into silence. You shifted in your chair uncomfortably again, exhaling heavily before you began to speak again, “Riddle, its fine—”

“You’re welcome in Heartslabyul, anytime. I would offer you a dorm room but we are at full capacity and I don’t expect that to change anytime soon.” Riddle stated, with the same air of finality that he spoke most things with, and you ended up blinking at him in surprise. “O-oh, that’s really not necessary—”

“I… I may not be the best person to preach about family but…” Riddle’s cheeks dusted slightly red as he continued, “I would like it if you were able to seek some solace within Heartlabyul, to help you feel more comfortable and adjust to your circumstances.” You stared at Riddle, your expression blank and hiding the turmoil of emotions that you felt inside. You were really trying your best to put on a cold front and keep distant, but Riddle just had to be so… Endearing.

“That’s… That’s really kind, Riddle. Thank you…” You mumbled, before you sighed and collapsed onto the book you were reading. “But I don’t want to adjust, I want to go home…” You complained, your voice muffled by the pages of the book. Despite finally complaining aloud about the issue that had been on your mind since you got here, it felt oddly cathartic to vent. Until you felt a tap on your head.

“Don’t lay on the book like that, Y/N, you’ll crumple the pages.” Riddle scolded, and just like that he was back to being the Heartslabyul housewarden that you knew. He tapped your head again until you leaned up, shooting him an unimpressed look as he pulled the book towards him, smoothing the pages and checking for any damage before looking over the book itself. “I thought the headmage was looking into your situation?” Riddle queried, flipping through the pages of your book with a judging eye. You resisted the urge to glower at the mention of the headmage.

“Does it seem like he’s looking into my situation?” Riddle’s eyes looked towards you briefly at your tone, but he nodded shortly once, “no comment.” Suddenly, he slammed the book in his hands shut, and you opened your mouth to complain at him for losing your page before he pushed his chair back and stood up. “There are better books on summoning magic than this one in this library, wait here a moment.” Without waiting for you to respond, Riddle was gone.

Over the next hour, Riddle had systematically gone through all the books in your ‘to read’ pile, replacing several books with other ones that he personally ferreted out himself, claiming that they would be much more appropriate for your needs than the one you currently had. You could only stare on in amazement, having no idea that he had such a breadth of knowledge about the books contained in the library. Sure, you were aware that at a young age when you were still reading picture books, he was reading hefty tomes, but watching him so easily sort through your mish mash research pile really did hammer home a respect for his character that you’d never appreciated when you’d played the game.

“Y/N are you listening? I said I’ve made you a list of the order I recommend you read in. I know you are eager to find some information that could lead you home, but if you walk before you can run, you might miss a vital clue.” Riddle lectured as he passed you a crisp white piece of paper, with his elegant script looped throughout it, “I’ve colour coded the list by subject, so you shouldn’t get anything mixed up—”

“Thank you, Riddle. Really. I truly appreciate this.” For the first time since you ended up in Twisted Wonderland, you found yourself genuinely smiling. Riddle blinked in surprise, before a red hue burst forth onto his cheeks, and he rose his hand in an attempt to hide it. “W-well, its nothing. I consider you an honorary member of Heartslabyul now, and I-i’d do this for any of the students under my leadership.” Riddle stuttered, before clearing his throat and trying to get a hold of himself, “but of course, don’t expect this to happen often. I have my own study schedule to adhere to, and its important that you develop these research skills for yourself. For your future assignments, of course.” Riddle said sternly, his usual strict demeanour starting to fall back into place. “But… If you have any questions, or need to use someone as a sounding board then… I’d be happy to lend my services.” Riddle mumbled softly, almost quiet enough for you not to catch, “b-but only if my schedule allows for it, o-of course!” He quickly added, a fresh wave of blush tinting his cheeks.

You found yourself charmed by Riddle’s generosity, your mood feeling genuinely lifted for the first time since you’d thrown yourself out of the coffin. It was odd, the warm feeling in your heart as you watched Riddle fluster, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Thank you, Riddle. I think I might take you up on that, sometime.”

[not-mary-sue]

Crowley, sipping tea in the corner of the shop: Oh yeah, we're keeping that one

Look, not gonna lie, Good Omens is a hard series to create a Deaf oc for so I’m very proud of this.

[wilyserpentofeden]

Crowley left halfway through Aziraphale staring at the Book of Job bc he probably made the mistake of trying to get his attention while Aziraphale was still as a fucking statue blind and deaf to the world re-living the experience of eating that entire ox bite by glorious bite for like a full 30 minutes. Crowley's like "if you're still busy re-reading that Im going to go take a nap. Can you hear me. Hello." and all Aziraphale hears is "go on, have an ox rib" on loop

[lineffability]

"I set up a suggestion box."

"You what?"

"I, I set up a suggestion box. In Heaven. For me, I mean, not for God, that would be-- uh. Well."

"That would be what?" Say it, angel.

"That... that would fall on deaf ears, I think." I still can't; it's sacrilege.

"Why did you do that?"

"The, the box?"

"Yeah."

"Do you not remember..? Well, I suppose you might not..."

"I do. I think I do."

"Then why do you ask?"

"Because... well, angel, I don't think you need one. Do you?"

"I'm just... trying, Crowley."

"And how's that working out for you? Any suggestions so far?"

"Yeah. Yeah, uh, one."

"What's it say?"

"It said: Resign, Archiraphale."

"Archiraphale, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I have a suggestion."

"You do?"

"Get rid of the suggestion box."

"..."

"You're the best suggestion they have, just by being up there. If they can't see that, see you, which of course they don't, then no suggestion they make will be worth a damn."

"Crowley..."

"Just. Be careful up there, Aziraphale. Pl-- Okay?"

"Yes. I am. Of course. Crowley, I... I miss you."

"Yeah." I miss you too. Angel, you have no idea...

"Is it okay-- Would it be too much to-- Can I contact you? Somehow?"

"...maybe. Yeah. I guess I could-- you could leave a note. I could set up a suggestion box."

"I don't want to make any suggestions. I just want to-- talk. And uh. Apologize. I want to apologize."

"Don't need a suggestion box for that. Just need an... er, an apology box."

"I'm sorry, Crowley. Look at me, please. I am so sorry. Let me explain?"

"I'm sorry, too. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Don't make me regret this. You can leave a letter. Mailbox."

"Thank you. I will. I... need to go back, now."

"Sure. Archiraphale... wow, I can't believe they developed a sense of humor. Wait, take this."

"A note?"

"Mhm. For the suggestion box."

Insultors will be smitten. -- AZIraphale

"Thank you, Crowley. I don't think 'insultor'... thank you." Protecting me makes him so happy. Still?

"Sure." Always.

[pomeraniandancer]

I am deaf, and wouldn't trade it for the world. But as far as I remember, this moment isn't identified in the show's captions, and it makes me sad that I miss moments like this because captions are viewed as being solely a matter of spoken words.

I just noticed an easy to miss little thing. Season 1, Ep. 1, 26:40.

Crowley is forced to call Aziraphale from a public phone to arrange a meeting because he brought down the London mobile phone network.

When he hangs up the phone, there is a little clink.

The sound of a coin dropping into the coin return tray.

You see, in the olden days, sometimes a person would put in a coin that got rejected for whatever reason, and it would fall through to the coin return. People would sometimes walk away and forget to retrieve their rejected coin. Some people even left them on purpose.

It was a regular, expected thing that if you were using a public phone, you'd check the coin return to see if anyone left something in there. It was automatic -- you pick up the phone, stick your finger the coin return, then dig around in your own pocket.

If you were lucky, you'd find a coin, and you'd use it to make your call.

Sometimes, you really needed to make a call, but you didn't have any coins. So, you'd check the coin return and pray someone had left a coin for you.

Crowley left a coin for the next person.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello :)

Can the mods please recommend any somnophila fics?

I remember one where Crowley was temping Aziraphale in his sleep but that's all I really remember

Thank you

P.S. I love your work this acc keeps me sane

Hi. Here are some somnophilia fics for you. Mind the tags, folks!...

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This by Starlightdreamerstar (E)

Aziraphale read about a new carnal pleasure he’s desperate to try, luckily for him Crowley is happy to indulge his angel.

The Night Comes Down Like Heaven by MoonGoddex (E)

"You might want to double check I've locked the door once I'm gone, just in case I've been forgetful." "Right." Crowley stared him down. "I'm sure you won't forget. Because who knows what a demon could do to a sleeping angel." --- Aziraphale feigns a nap. Crowley does what demons are supposed to do with that kind of vulnerability.

Ecstasy and Exorcism by Cunninglinguist (E)

Crowley had been out for what he presumed to be 9 hours or so, peacefully drifting in darkness, enjoying the nothingness of sleep, when a dream began to take shape. It wasn’t visual as much as it was entirely sensory: a palpable presence, warm weight at his back. The smell of vanilla cream and mahogany and old books, deeply comforting, devoid of the loathed night terror’s trademark fear. Crowley sighed in contentment. Aziraphale. For as utterly horrifying as his subconscious could be, it could be just as lovely. Alternatively: Aziraphale takes advantage of Crowley while he's sleeping. Crowley is flattered.

Plausible Deniability by GayDemonicDisaster (E)

Aziraphale didn’t sleep. He didn’t really see the point. But he owned a bed. And he sometimes lay in it, and closed his eyes... For longer than he can remember, there's been a secret relationship with Crowley. But if he can't see it, then it can't be real, can it? So long as he pretends he's dreaming, it'll all be just fine. This fic does reference use of BSL/deafblind manual alphabet. Neither ineffable is deaf or blind, but alternative forms of communication are important to them, for reasons which will become apparent. They also use custom signals of their own that do not correlate to BSL signs, and likely predate them by centuries. You don't need to know any of them for the fic however, all are written in plain English.

Latent by SmutKeeper (E)

Crowley suspects that Aziraphale has a somnophilia kink and tries to tempt him into acting on it.

The Art of Temptation by Ineffably_Yours (E)

Sleeping was more complicated than Aziraphale first thought. It was hard to figure out what was real and what was a dream. Crowley wasn't making it any easier either, grinding against him in the dead of the night and making the angel feel things that he didn't understand. He'd like to say that he didn't give in to the Temptation, but the angel was so weak when it came to the demon he loved. In his defense, he thought he was dreaming. At first. (In which Crowley is a teasing little shit as he sleeps and Aziraphale makes a lot of bad choices.)

- Mod D

[twstfanblog]

*~Magical Girl AU~* Part 1

A/N: First chapter of the Magical Girl AU! I'm super excited to share more of this with you guys. I still need names for Jack and Jamil's Magical Beasts, but everything else has been picked! Please comment or send in asks if you have questions. Just ask if you want to be added to a tag list for this series. Enjoy! Word Count: 2.3K

For the longest time, Yuu felt the most comfortable in tight, dimly lit areas. It needed to feel soft to the touch on all sides, a bit of noise that felt out of place for how low it was yet filled the room. Her dad would tell her — when she was a baby — at times the only way to make her stop crying at night was to take her out of the bassinet and lay her on his chest as he continued working. His heartbeat, the sounds of nature from the open window. The faint glow of his screen and the stub of a cigarette on the windowsill lulled her to sleep in seconds.

She remembered only one dream from her childhood. It was dark, the sound of water dripping in the distance. She was laying on something soft, a cushion that held her entire body. Then something picks her up, holding her easily as she's lifted higher in the dimly lit room. Yellow lights look down on her fondly, and that's all she remembers.

The youngest Shroud boy crying was a rare sight, one that was by equal measure unwelcomed and disheartening in Crowley's opinion.

He could only feel pity, anger, heartbreak, as the small caster cried. His face buried in the feathers of a far too tired dire beast. In fact, everyone in the room was too tired. A truth that only shed further misfortune on them…

Looking around, Crowley saw the youth he was to lead and protect by his own choice scattered in the bleak safety of his home. The Shroud’s area had been the newest to fall to the ever growing darkness of their lands. Thick and viscous, thorny vines that ensnared many an innocent beast and loved ones alike.

He watches in silence as Diamond finally works up the energy to stand, appearance disheveled and marked by faded bruises. His stride was offbeat, limping to Ortho before dropping to his knees and gathering the sobbing boy into his arms. 

Crowley turns away, seeing Diamond's shoulders start to tremble.

Clover was tired, exhausted even, topaz pupils almost glowing from behind the dark outline clinging to the skin around his eyes, “Crowley, we can't keep this up…”

Casting a look behind him, Clover couldn't hide the distress in his gaze. His two younger charges, Trappola and Spade; younger compared to the former three that finished up their group but seasoned fighters in their own right. Each laid still, bodies covered in dirt, blot, and the shimmering ichor their kind bled. They were alive, blessedly enough. But they couldn't risk their lives day in and out, they were slowly becoming sloppy. Clover and Diamond feared one day they'd leave their small — ever growing smaller — safe haven and not come back…

Clover looked away from them, pinning Crowley with a hard stare, “Ace and Deuce still aren't to their full potential. R-...Riddle was only letting them tag along with Cater and me on recon missions before he… We in good faith keep sending them out alone to handle blot monsters…none of us can…We…Jade's contacted me…he almost lost Floyd some time ago.”

We can't keep holding on like this. It was unspoken, but said so many times Crowley feared he was growing deaf to it.

Heaving a sigh, he closed his eyes and looked up the stairs of his root-infested home, the thick branches curving in intricate designs along the ceiling and walls. The swirls converge to direct toward the locked weapons room, the cradle of his greatest creation.

“I had hoped we could resolve all of this…peacefully. But I fear the others are too far gone for us to aid them now. All we can do is put them to rest from their madness.”

Clover tried to speak over him, opening his mouth in protest only to flinch as Diamond finally let out a choked sob at Crowley's words. When he turned back, he noticed the elder was already at the top of the staircase, waving his hand in a show of magic to open the doors.

Taking the steps two at a time, he took the moment to look around the room in brief awe when he walked through the doorway. A weapon of magic and might was crammed into every corner and laying unused on tables. The faded memory of sitting patiently at the table pressed against the grand circular window overlooking the once vibrant valley, watching as Crowley weaved complex spells and metals to craft his mallet. A sorrowful memory of standing with Cater at his side, smiling as Riddle excitedly took his newly created axe into his small hands.

“Clover, come here.”

He was beside Crowley in an instant. Looking at the table covered in a deep indigo cloth, numerous gems, trinkets, and smaller weapons were tucked into a dark corner before them. Trey couldn't help but blink his eyes in surprise at the beautifully embroidered chest sitting on the cluttered space. The chest was clearly an item of Crowley’s, deep blue in its main body with metal fastenings of gold on each edge and corner. He could even see a number of tiny iridescent pearl necklaces half hanging from the closed lid. But, on top of the chest, snoozing away as though all was well, was a dire beast with a striped ribbon around its neck. A cat if he remembered the name properly. But it was…big. Clearly already bonded to a weapon and a powerful one at that. Even asleep it seemed to ooze an aura of intimidation from its place atop the mysterious box.

Crowley only huffed at the creature, face pulled into displeasure at the sight. With one hand, he quickly picked the beast up by its ribbon collar and moved it haphazardly off the chest and onto the table.

With its own huff of annoyance, the beast shook itself awake to level a glare at Crowley. A gem was tied to its collar, the stone void of color only to flicker blue briefly before its ears flared up in flames of the same color, “What's the big idea on waking me up!?”

“It can speak!?” Trey shouted, eyes wide in shock and awe as he took a step back from the table. A dire beast so powerful it could speak the same tongue as them was unheard of. Turning to Crowley, he struggled to string his thoughts together, “Crowley, what is this? What weapon is this beast linked to?”

“Hey! My name is Grim!”

“A mirror.” Crowley smiled at the chest with fondness, gold-tipped hands caressing the top of it lovingly, “A weapon I had crafted nearly at the beginning of this mess to be our ultimate tool. A weapon that has the ability to create another from nothing, in any shape or form deemed necessary to ensure our victory. I had hoped…I would only need to use it on the reason for all of this…but he's grown too strong and we must use all we have…”

With a tap of his hand, a series of clicks sound from the chest. The lid popped up with a soft snap, a poof of glittering dust escaping the box and allowing Crowley to open it wider.

A black velvet pillow was all that greeted them. As time passed, Trey wondered if…the mirror was small. Or maybe it wasn't able to be seen by those who weren't wielding it? Maybe the beast decided who could see it…

“...Ah…” Crowley turned, meeting eyes with Trey and speaking just as the beast stared into the chest and yowled in confusion and distress at the lack of mirror inside, “It's missing.”

“...It’s what?”

Running water was the background noise to Yuu's teeth brushing, an overplayed pop song hummed at the back of their throat.

“Puppy! Puppy, come here; I need your help.”

Yuu spits into the sink, yelling back as she grabs a facecloth to wet in the still running water, “I'm covered in toothpaste!”

“Well, wipe yourself down and get in here!”

Already halfway through cleaning their face and hands, Yuu let out a loud groan before shutting the water off. The five-second walk from their cramped bathroom to the comfortably cozy living room was quick, moving beside her father as she watched him pick and stitch at a coat on one of his mannequins, “Yeah, dad?”

Crewel glanced at her briefly, stepping to the side to allow her to move closer to his project, “I need you to reach into this seam and smooth a layer inside down for me. I'm going to just stitch it down instead of having it mess up when I transport it…”

A quick and easy task, one Yuu had been performing since toddlerhood. A few minutes later, Crewel had tapped them on the thigh, a gentle signal that they could remove their hand. Watching their dad stitch the seam close, they couldn't help but marvel at the coat.

A pea-length coat made from almost shimmering short white fur, glittering in every slight movement made even from a single breath. Closed with three gold buttons and notch lapels that matched the fabric lining the inside of the coat. The inside was just as stunning; an ornate jacquard pattern of reds with her father’s signature stitched in white along the edge. The back cinching the coat into a more feminine framing with a red satin ribbon ran through gold corset loops and tied into a bow at the curve of the back.

They ghost their fingers over the fur, fighting the urge to feel the soft texture but knowing better, “The coat looks amazing. One of my favorites so far…” Yuu looked over to Crewel, raising an eyebrow as they elbowed him lightly, “Is it gonna be in the show?”

Sighing, Crewel put his pins and needles away, pulling a pair of glasses from a bin along with a comb and fine-toothed hair sheers. He starts moving over the coat with the comb and scissors to ensure not a single tuff was misaligned along the sleeves, “Well, she says it will be in the show. But we both know how Madame Sanat is. She says it'll be in the show but then decides as it’s about to go down the runway the design doesn't need the coat or the hat or the shoes-”

Taking a deep breath, Crewel signed again, staring at his creation with every ounce of exhaustion in him, “But, the plan is for the jacket to be in the show. She asked me personally to design for it, so maybe she won't be taken by the flights of fancy during the weekend.”

“You leave Thursday, right?”

“Thursday morning, correct. I'll try to make sure to do a grocery run before then.” He turned to Yuu, smiling as he gently caressed a hand against their cheek, “I'm sorry. I normally try to stay in town during your first week of school…”

Leaning into his hand, Yuu smiled back, shrugging in playful nonchalance, “It's no big deal. I'm a young lady after all. I even got through the first two days without being sent to the office for once.”

“I will admit. That part is impressive.” Crewel pulled on gloves, removing the coat from the mannequin to place it in a garment bag, “Thank you for doing your best to not get me called to your school as I was prepping for the show.”

Yuu rolled her eyes, “You sent me to school Monday saying if I got in trouble and pulled you away from working on the coat, you’d leave me back in the alley you found me.” They grabbed the reusable cup placed on the other side of the TV console, “Not my fault people are so easy to beat up.”

“Puppy.”

“What!? I've only punched in self-defense…” They sip at what they had thought was water, only to be met with the unpleasant mixture of the burn of alcohol and a mildly sweet taste hitting her mint-filled mouth and making her gag, “Ah!”

Crewel smiled lightly, taking his cup from her hands and looking at her from the corner of his eyes, “That's my wine, puppy…”

“It's like 11pm! Don't you have work in the morning!?”

“And you have school. Off to bed with you.”

Yuu rolled their eyes, groaning as they turned to walk into their bedroom, “Drink water!”

“Bed!”

Comfortably cramped and cozy was the staple of Yuu and Crewel's lives. Their bedroom cluttered with their personality and several iridescent fairy lights hanging from their loft bed. Climbing into the bed space, taking their extra-long charger cord with them, she made herself snug in her blankets and pillows. With their phone plugged in to charge through the night, they surfed along websites and apps as sleep slowly crept into their body. They could hear the noise of cars and the stray person outside their window slowly decreased the longer they stayed awake. Crewel had moved into the bathroom at some point, water running for some odd minutes before leaving to his own room across the hall separating them. Soon, for what seemed like an almost supernatural moment all was completely still and quiet.

Yuu felt their eyes drooping, blinks lasting longer and longer with each passing second. So when the light from outside their window changed from the warm-toned, burnt yellow street lights to an ethereal shimmery blue, they barely registered or had the energy to be amazed at the shift. The light and colors shifted, leaving shapes to dance and swirl along their walls and floors for nearly two minutes before they completely faded.

The lights had been beautiful, calming in a way they weren't entirely sure how to describe nor explain why they soothed them. As their eyes finally blinked closed in a deep sleep, Yuu made the mental note to check their phone tomorrow, already eager to see a video or an explanation for the glowing lights.

*Bonus!*

Aw~ Look, it's Yuu's baby picture!

[pomeraniandancer]

...this makes me wonder who took credit for Alexander Graham Bell.

since aziracrow know every language do they know sign language, or is it only verbally spoken languages?

They know all languages.That would definitely include all sign languages.

[neil-gaiman]

Hey I'm sort of curious. I haven't read the book, but I'm a fan of the show and was genuinely disappointed that the phrase "going Native" had an exclusively negative connotation when I watched. Idk if this occurred to you or not, but that's pretty blatant racism. It's especially tone deaf considering this is a show about angels and demons - which have been a tool to commit genocide against us for upwards of 500 years.

Why not just use "human"? It's accurate and doesn't frame an entire demographic as inherently bad or undesireable.

Not trying to garner any ill will, it just rlly bummed me out bc I'm Native and it's an identity I wear with great pride bc ppl have tried countless times to rip it away from me. To see it treated with such disdain was very hurtful.

I understand your concerns, and do not wish to minimise them, or your hurt. Obviously the phrase has colonial roots. However, it's a lower case N, and isn't intended to talk about Native Americans. When the angels talk about Aziraphale "going native", this is the meaning they are using. It may be negative for the grumpy angels, but it's positive for humanity and for Aziraphale and Crowley.

From Mirriam Webster online:

go native

idiom

: to start to behave or live like the local people

After a few weeks, she was comfortable enough to go native and wear shorts to work.

Example Sentences

Recent Examples:

But dogs that go native make bad guards, hunting companions, and friends.—David Grimm, Science | AAAS, 29 Oct. 2020

Let your yard go native: The Cuyahoga Soil & Water Conservation District is offering seven native plant kits for sale that are adapted to the local climate and do not require excess watering or fertilizer once they are established.—Joan Rusek, cleveland, 6 July 2020

[happy-mokka]

Crowley:

"You mean like a sudden rainstorm forces them together beneath the canopy. They look into each other’s eyes and realize they were made for each other."

Aziraphale:

"Sounds a bit unlikely."

Crowley:

"No, get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes, Va-voom! Sorted. I saw it in a Richard Curtis movie."

Said movie was "Four weddings and a funeral" from 1994.

Written by Richard Curtis. Directed by Mike Newell.

The 2 Va-voom! people were Andie MacDowell and Hugh Grant.

Me and my friend watched it today. We had planned that for longer, in fact, since Crowley had mentioned it, and she took notice of it while watching Good Omens (and reading several references of it on Tumblr afterwards.

I already knew the movie from when it came out in the mid-90s. I loved it back then. Goofy Charles plaayed by a young Hugh Grant. Today, I have to admit, I see it from a different perspective. Well, I've lived 30 more years, after all. I still like it, but from a different angle.

My friend put it like this, when the movie was over, and I have to admit she's absolutely right:

(Hugh and Andie find to each other and Va-voomingly kiss in the rain)

"Well, they deserve each other! They're both horrible!"

Yep. Let's be honest. They are. She hooks up with him twice, just to leave him behind like a rotten apple - the second time already engaged to horrible Scotsman Hamish.

He treated every single one of his ex-girlfriends like shit and has not even the guts to at least once after all these years to really apologize when he has the opportunity.

These 2 were the two mains in this rom-com and supposed to be the characters to sympathize with accordingly.

It just didn't work for me anymore.

Why I still like the movie, though, is for the great supporting characters and cast.

Charlotte Coleman as Charles' cute sister Scarlett.

James Fleet as Charles' deaf brother Tom.

Robin McCaffrey as Tom's future fiance Serena (learning sign language to be able to flirt with him 🥰)

Last but absolutely not least, Simon Callow as Gareth and John Hannah as Mathew. This adorable gay couple. Back then, in the 90s, this was still a very courageous take, having them in a major blockbuster in such a prominent position as characters.

For me, they're the main reason now why I keep coming back to this movie. Their acting and chemistry are brilliant, and the name giving funeral is so sad but at the same time beautiful and uplifting (if that's even possible).

Here it is:

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good."

(W. H. Auden)

Charles states after the funeral:

"Yes, it's odd, isn't it? All these years, we've been single and proud of it and never noticed that two of us were, in effect, married all this time."

Which brings me to this in the end:

Maybe such a thing as a Va-voom! moment exists. Maybe not. Waiting for it to happen will mostly likely make you miss lots of other nice things and especially people in your life. Sometimes, the most unlikely side-characters might, at some point, become your favorite people in the world if you get to know them. Don't always go for the prom king or queen. Talk to the geek and the outsider. The shy colleague in the back of the room. You'll change over time, and so will your perception of people and things. Be open to it, and you might find bestest friends along the way, maybe even Va-voom!, just in a different way than you'd expected. You might not even need to get wet in the process...

[doonarose]

Chapter 2/13

CW/TW: Explicit sex, sensory deprivation, sensory play

Summary: It’s been months since Aziraphale left for heaven and Crowley is still hanging around the bookshop, definitely not waiting for him to come back. When the Supreme Archangel finally does return, Aziraphale and Crowley learn to say what they mean without words and that love and lust are not always easily experienced or expressed.

Wordcount: 10,800/~58,000

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read/commented/kudosed the first chapter. All of your engagement has been a very bright spot in the midst of a rough week at work!

Thank you to my betas u/Lemon-tart-221 and u/GaiasEyes for many, many very useful comments. This chapter threw me a proper lazy pacing issue that I would never have fixed if I wasn't gently poked to do something about. So that's wonderful!

Special chapter shout out also to Ginger_Cat and u/Harlotofupdog who jumped in at the eleventh hour for vibe checks and some hand holding!

Thanks @goodomensafterdark for all the ongoing cheering support!

Excerpt

He starts sleeping more, but it’s restless. On one occasion he finds himself praying but only to Aziraphale, begging for some sort of contact – a note, a touch, a kind word. It feels selfish but he doesn’t examine it. Unsurprisingly, his prayers fall on deaf ears and nothing happens. Time continues to pass and Crowley feels itchy all over and then paranoid and when Anathema asks why he’s so jumpy he snaps and says he’s starving and then shoves away the plate of food she offers him.

“Sorry,” he grumbles when she arches an eyebrow at his rudeness. “Stressed,” he tries.

She considers him for a long minute, holding the rejected plate. “I think we need to loop Aziraphale in on things,” she says in carefully measured syllables.

Crowley’s neck whips up. He’s considered it, of course, many times, and always dismissed it as a poor excuse to go to him.

“I think you need to,” Anathema continues without quite making eye contact.

He swallows and chooses not to argue with her.

Crowley goes back to heaven.

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