#eric x muriel

[masentickless]

[magical616jade]

[inkwell-illustrations]

Muriel: I can hold the entire world in my hands! Eric: Thats ridiculous! Muriel: I'll prove it *cups Eric's face* Eric: Eric: *crying*

[mossy-enigma]

I started writing a multi chapter (short story?) good omens fic, but idk whether to finish and post it. Interact with this post to let me know if anyone would be interested in reading it! (Summary under the cut)

Overview:

-Takes place after the plot of S2,

-Main plot is sort of a mystery style ordeal.

-Third person limited, both Crowley and Aziraphale’s POV featured (maybe others idk)

-Crowley x Aziraphale and Muriel x Eric

-Some fluff and hurt/comfort

-Goofy shenanigans with poetic undertones

-Sfw

-Happy ending

Summary:

After the ineffable divorce Crowley and Aziraphale are doing equally terribly. The demon having slipped into a depression, and the angel irritated by the bright lights of Heaven. When Crowley is called upon to learn more about the mysterious plots of the new Archangel he finds himself roped into a bigger mystery. Searching for clues in the Sherlock-like manner his angel admired, Crowley can’t help but notice how strange Muriel has been acting. Not even to mention that suspicious demon Eric. Could he be just as rebellious as Crowley? And what about Aziraphale? It seems everything has gone off the rails in Heaven, but under all of his stuttering Aziraphale has plans that might save the world and fix what has been broken.

[mucho-tiempo-atras]

🤍💕🖤

[haydenn]

Crowley came down the stairs, glowering at Muriel and Eric sitting on the sofa, both of whom looked irritatingly uninjured. Grievous bodily harm was, in Crowley’s opinion, the only acceptable reason for he and Aziraphale to have been interrupted they way they were. 

Aziraphale came down the stairs behind him, straightening his bowtie as he went. His angel, prim and proper as he was, had insisted on getting completely and properly dressed. Crowley hadn’t bothered. He had just thrown on the nearest pair of sweats and his glasses. His state of undress was obviously making Muriel and Eric uncomfortable, but Crowley was entirely too annoyed to care. 

“So, what’s the problem?” he asked. 

“Problem?” asked Eric, his voice quite a bit higher than usual. “Who said there was a problem?”

Crowley pulled his glasses down and leveled a world-class death glare at him. “There had better be a problem.”

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New chapter of May You Be Forgiven (pt 2) is up now.

Here's a link to part 1, if you haven't read it yet.

[teddyartist]

AziraCrow is a vibe of an old married couple, they are not perfect, but they try for each other to be together on their side. Juniors are about first love, they are childishly naive. So stupid and cute 💗

[withascaleandafeather]

What is Through The Water Darkly ?

That one is an Eric x Muriel fic that is the polar opposite of "Like Real People Do". Muriel is abandoned on Earth while Heaven and Hell play their foolish games. They form an unhealthy attachment to Eric (who genuinely wants to love them) while attempting to ease their loneliness.

[muriel-not-the-dim-one]

We look so cute! Hi @eric-the-disposable-demon

I've wanted to draw Muriel with Eric for a long time, they look cute together...

[hg-aneh]

crimis doodles that turned into a story by accident

[zemantler]

good omens sketches i did over the past week, didnt really have much time for drawing bc of editing. also, if youre here bc of the youtube video hiiii welcome to my tumblr :]

also muriel x eric crackship alert im sorry i kind of like it

[inkwell-illustrations]

If we got Ineffable Bureaucracy in season 2 we better get them in season 3!

[aestophobia]

these are my ineffable bureaucracy

[starofhisheart]

U dont understand how bad I want them to interact

[haydenn]

“But I’m not convinced ,” Zaph interrupted, their burning golden eyes bored into Muriel like branding irons. “I was glad to avoid war because my angels would be spared. But from what Nuriel tells me, you are not seeking to avoid a war, you’re merely trying to reconfigure the sides, and I am not convinced the world is worth the blood that will be spilled in saving it.”

Muriel’s face fell.

“Excuse me,” Eric interjected politely, “have you ever been up there?”

“Once. In the fourteenth century. I wasn’t impressed.”

“Of course not,” Eric scoffed. “Nothing impressive about the fourteenth century. But you should see it now, mate. They’ve come a long way since then. They’ve got latte art now. And avocado toast. And Tiktok, just wait ‘till you get on Tiktok, you’ll never want to leave.”

“What in the blazes is an avocado toast?”

“Oh, it’s toast. But with avocado on it. Sometimes eggs too.”

Zaph looked at him, completely baffled.

“They have it for brunch,” Eric added unhelpfully.

Zaph looked to Muriel for assistance. She shrugged.

“Oh, no, Muri! They don’t know about brunch,” Eric sounded horrified.

“I don’t know about brunch!” Muriel turned to look at him. She was sure her face was as baffled as Zaph’s.

“ You don’t know about brunch? Oh, we have to go. You’d love it.”

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I didn’t start writing this story with the intention of shipping Muriel and Eric. But I have since put those sweet babies on a boat and we are sailing off into the sunset!

Here’s a link to this weeks chapter - May You Be Forgiven (pt 2)

And here’s a link to part one of you haven’t started this story at all - May You Be Forgiven (pt 1)

[lindele12]

Ineffable juniors - the continuation!