#good omens askblog

[thedemon-crowley]

Wish literature would stop describing demons as smelling like brimstone/sulfur because that shit smells like ROTTEN EGGS and it took me EONS to get the smell out of my fucking wings and I DONT SMELL LIKE ROTTEN EGGS THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH.

[crepe-enthusiast]

Is this you and Crowley?

📚This is..🥰🪽

[fells-bookshop-askblog]

Hello!

My name is Zee I use they/them Pronouns

This is a good omens (bookshop centered) askblog though I'll answer questions about any character!

It's my first askblog so I hope I'll run it right I'll answer your questions the best I can and sometimes even with illustrations!(if you want to see more of my art though go to @rybkart )

Hope to see some asks soon enough:3

[the-anathema-device]

Adam runs up to Anathema, skidding to a stop beside her.

"'Nathema! What happened?"

He stared at the frozen man in the circle, slowly taking a step towards it.

"..What."

@adam-n-dog

ADAM! Why are you here? What are you doing here? Where’s Newt?

Don’t touch him.

[asmodeus-fallen-principality]

I told Hell I had a hand in the Crusades, but do they call me the Demon of Wrath?

I tempted the Borgias into simony, but do they call me the Demon of Greed?

But you attend one orgy-

[ask-philosophical-stars]

Heeeeyaaaa!!! ~~

Hi! Hi! Hello!! My name is Umabel!!!

It’s been a looong long time since I’ve properly been on social media (I believe My Space was really popular at the time? Is that website still around?), so I thought “Fuck it!” and jump right back into it!!! I know for a fact that Ash is going to protest that I shouldn’t be on social media, but what does he know??? If you don’t want me to be online, then you should stop causing discourse on Twitter all the time! Maybe I’ll just use this page to post the collection of stupid photos I have of him to give his avid followers some lovely reaction images to spam him with.

What do I like? Well I reaaally really like EDM, Hardstyle, and Electronica music, but I will aaaalways have a soft spot for the Beetles. I love astronomy, mathematics, and physics, but I also love making kandi in my spare time! I always say, there’s no such thing as too much color! And that’s just the top layer of icing, I’m not going to reveal all of my secrets out of the gate ;)

I’ve been on this Earth for a looooong long time, and I’ve certainly been around the world. I know Tumblr has this funky ask feature, so feel free to ask me anything!!! I like to think that I have plenty of “good” advice — and if the question is too hard I’ll just shove my phone into Ash’s hands instead >:3c

If my students happen to find my account: Hi!!! Please email me some cute pictures of cats or dessert recipes and let’s never bring this up again, okay? :P

[theangel-aziraphale]

Hello, Lord @the-metatron. Uhm, apologies for the informality of this correspondence, but I saw recently a suggestion had been made in the suggestion box. And. well. I can only assume it was your response.

You said something about destroying books? Surely not, I would have thought all my books would be safe. Books are sacred, they hold incredibly vital information that shouldn't be erased. There is thousands of years of history in my shop.

I'm sure I simply misunderstood you, my lord. Of course, but do let me know if we can perhaps not go straight to the destruction of literature of any kind...?

[wraith-rat]

Hi! You said you’re part of Earth Assignments, right? I recently got promoted to Head of the department and I’m trying to figure out what we’re working with here.

Eric

Uh, hi! Yep, definitely an Earth assignment here! 100%! I-

I'm not actually an Earth assignment.

I may have just... forged the paperwork and then got here before anyone could do a double take? Please don't tell Head Office, I don't want to leave.

[supreme-archangel-aziraphale]

He used to be reprimanded for his frivolity when it came to the quantity of his miracles. Never thought too hard to question it. Why would he? When something came from above, it was law. It was very set.

And yet, the more time he spent on Earth and associating with Crowley, the less set things became. He just became better with words and knowing when to do what he wanted and when...when to ask a certain demon for a favor.

Now as Supreme Archangel there wasn't anyone to tick him off or send him notes about his frivolity use of miracles. Well, except God perhaps.

Part of him wanted to become so frivolous with his miracles to force Her to speak with him! But he refrains.

Through walking among humanity and Crowley helping him see the greyer areas of living...of life...of having a choice! It pauses his meddling of people's lives.

Maggie and Nina weren't yet together because their lives had so much more depth and more going on than what he and Crowley even knew in the short time they tried to set them up. They had both been concerned about the powers that be to take time to know the lives of the people they were meddling with.

His miracles couldn't be like in the earliest of days. They had to adapt. Humans were God's creatures that weren't like angels nor like demons. They were free to think and do as they wished. Influence impacted but didn't decide.

His miracles had to be stepping stones only.

But how much was too many? How little was uncaring?

[first-temptations]

You're in a pitch-dark room, sitting at what might be a poker table and the Dealer is smiling. There’s blank cards, infinite stakes and you've been considering giving up on asking about the rules of the game. A swipe of the hand for flourish as the cards are dealt, and Their sleeve catches on two of the cards, sending them tumbling into pitch-black darkness.  'Oops,' says the Dealer, still smiling, and leans down to pick up the cards. As They place them on the table again you can't help but notice that – from your point of view, at least – the two appear to have been swapped. Though you open your mouth to point out the mistake, on second thought the words die in your throat. You think it best to keep quiet, actually.

— First Temptations ⚜ A Good Omens swap AU

dramatis personae:

Rahaphiel (he/they, occasionally she/her) — Seraph appointed as Guardian of the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden – a stressed-out florist with a shop on a corner of Whickber Street in Soho, modernly. Nowadays a lower-case 'a' archangel, as well. Mistakenly added to the heavenly Archangel triumvirate by overeager theologians who were quite bad at spelling.

Lilith (he/him) — Fallen Angel, considered to be the first temptress, though things between him and Adam never really went anywhere. The demon who suggested Eve should eat the Forbidden Fruit – the whole serpent bit was the result of a particularly long game of telephone. Moonlights as an owl. Owns a flat in Mayfair that could be mistaken for a library's backroom.

and, the Citroën: Lilith's 1980 Citroën 2CV "Charleston", with a habit of turning any album left in it for more than about a fortnight into a Best of Depeche Mode album

⚜ ... blog run by mod rabbit & mod crow; more art + writing to come - feel free to send us asks about this au too :)

[a-very-questionably-unstable-box]

*leaves package in front of the Bookshop's door, knocks on door and then runs off quickly*

The note reads: For Bowie!! I hope you like it!!! 🦝

The package contains: Three vinyls; two are classic radio shows from the 70s, one is an album 'Be The Cowboy' by Mitski

She’s phased through the door and opened the package-

..I don’t know who sent this- but THANK YOU!?

[thedemon-crowley]

[crepe-enthusiast]

YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO THINK CROWLEY’S EYES ARE PRETTY!?!

📚“I- UH- UM- I- they are pretty! B-but that doesn’t! I- it’s a compliment that’s all!!”🪽

[wraith-rat]

go ahead and chat with me! I love to talk to people, I could talk for hours and days and weeks and months and years and decades and centuries and millennia and-

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

[the-anathema-device]

You're not a failed descendant. You saved the world. Don't be so hard on yourself, sweetheart. An unfair burden was placed on your shoulders.

Thankyou, anon. That means a lot.

[asmodeus-fallen-principality]

From the diaries of A.S.Morris:

Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as the great philosopher "Meatloaf" might say. (Strange name.)

My universe has its own share of problems, and I ought to concentrate on finding a way home. Not inserting myself into the drama of this backwards (in the most literal sense) place. Besides, any help I could give is probably quite unwanted by... Aziraphale. (Oh, it feels terribly odd to write that name down!)

But... I've always had a bleeding heart. A terrible feature for a demon, I know. And Aziraphale is- if I could stop him from doing anything that might cause a Fall-! I can't go back in time to fix my own life, but- oh, but I mustn't meddle-! What torment is this?

Crowley- I know he isn't Sam, I mustn't treat him like Sam- he isn't mine, not that Samael was either, but Crowley definitely isn't mine, stop all this pining! I oughtn't interfere either. He has a plan, it's his battle to fight, I know he can do it. In any universe, if there's one thing I believe in, I believe in him! Only if he asks, and he won't, because it's none of my business-!

Whatever is going on with the so-called Metatron and Her, I want no part of he's trapped Her in a book but which book is it The Book of Life or The Wizard of Oz or was that just a clue to say She's been sent somewhere is She in a book in the bookshop how am I supposed to find anything in this mess I just wanted to find a way home! And he wants to destroy the Book of Enoch so that MUST be incredibly important and if his counterpart or what-have-you sent me here, he could do all sorts of terrible things to the people who are/aren't my beloved friends

Such is the life of a demon. The suffering is never-ending! How long must I atone? I still don't know what it is I am atoning for- therein lies the problem, I suppose.

Samael, darling. I miss you so.