#good omens heritage post

[fellshish]

Whats all this about Neil Gaiman setting David Tennent on fire? They don’t actually set him on fire do they? I’m confused

It’s just a running gag neil has with the fans. Feast your eyes on this heritage post

[clockw0rkvaudeville]

Ev’ry day, it’s-a gettin’ closer

Goin’ faster than a rollercoaster

Love like yours will surely

Come my way.

[rainbowpopeworld]

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Reading through the initial outfit brought this outfit from Staged to mind:

[ineffable-xenanigans]

There’s commitment to the bit, and then there’s COMMITMENT to the BIT

A Letter from “Crawly” to Azirapil

This remarkable letter of unknown provenance surfaced recently in the cuneiform collection of the University of West Wessex.  Addressed to Azirapil from a Mr. “Crawly,” it appears to be begging for the other’s return to Ur from a western journey with another individual, Abiraham.  The relationship between the two (brothers? business partners? friends?) is unknown, and all three names are quite unusual.  The letter also mentions a Mr. Ea-naṣir in Ur; if this is the same Ea-naṣir as the merchant mentioned in UET V 22, 29, 71, and 81, then the original letter would be dated to the Larsa period, around 1800 BCE.  However, this particular copy appears to be a scribal exercise; the writing is relatively unskilled, and the cuneiform is Neo-Assyrian in form.  It is unclear whether the text is based on a historical letter, or if its unusual names and content were invented for scribal practice.

Text:

Tell Azirapil [1]:

Thus says “Crawly” [2]:

When will your time in the West be finished?  Abiraham [3] seems very dirty, and I am weary [4] in Ur.  [There is] a talented mirsu-maker [5] on Wide Street!

Watch out, for I have acquired a new friend.  His name is Ea-Naṣir [6], and I may play wickedly with him if you do not return.  

Come quickly!

Keep reading

[good-omens-heritage-posts]

hey, i'm noah! so, every other fandom seems to have a heritage posts blog and i thought we deserved one too :] please tag me in any posts you think are heritage post worthy! (there are pretty much no criteria, just posts that you consider Important to the fandom/the vibe fits - they can be from tv omens, book omens, radio omens, anything!) and my ask box is open :D any posts referring to season 2 will be tagged 'GO2' so if you aren't up to date you can block that tag to avoid spoilers (side note, my main is @queerestqueertoeverqueer and my normal GO sideblog is @mx-anthony-janthony-crowley)

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

you know when i went to ikea this week they had a playroom for children that they called Småland and it was just...a giant room. with a ballpit in the corner.

i don't think i need to say more.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Nina: You and your twink are fuckin right?

Crowley:

Shax: We know you and Crowley are fckin lmao

Aziraphale:

[embracing-the-ineffable]

Ahahaha! Good Omens heritage post 🤣

This… this is the best thing I ever drew. I will never top this.

[demon-in-the-details]

So Neil was just asked what his favorite Jane Austen novel was and what Aziraphale's was. His answer got a bit buried because the person asked lots of other questions, but GUYS:

Aziraphale's favorite Jane Austen novel (probably, says Neil) is Persuasion and Neil's is Northanger Abbey.

Persuasion: The story concerns Anne Elliot, an Englishwoman of 27 years, whose family moves to lower their expenses and reduce their debt by renting their home to an admiral and his wife. The wife's brother, Captain Frederick Wentworth, was engaged to Anne in 1806, but the engagement was broken when Anne was persuaded by her friends and family to end their relationship. Anne and Captain Wentworth, both single and unattached, meet again after a separation lasting almost eight years, setting the scene for many humorous encounters as well as a second, well-considered chance at love and marriage for Anne.

Northanger Abbey: The story concerns Catherine Morland, the naïve young protagonist, and her journey to a better understanding of herself and of the world around her. How Catherine views the world has been distorted by her fondness for Gothic novels and an active imagination.

*whoa*

@good-omens-heritage-posts

[jilted-love]

Hi Good Omens Fandom. Do you remember this tumblr post about this dildo-looking malachite stone? There was a long discussion of whether it's safe to use as a dildo. You can check it here:

https://www.tumblr.com/verilymissvx/162339953478/polished-malachite-stalactite-copper-crescent

But you don't have to read all of that because I think Aziraphale and Crowley can use miracles to use that stone as their au naturel dildo, thank you.

[good-omens-heritage-posts]

hi! i was wondering if you could help me find a good omens post — i remember someone in like 2019 did some really cool art of the wings of all go angels and demons, and gave them each a different bird’s wings (gabriel was an eagle, uriel a sparrow i think, etc) do you happen to have this post?? tysm and love your blog💛

hello!! i'm afraid i haven't seen that one before :( i did find this after a quick search, although i'm not sure if that's the right one? if anyone else knows this art please do link it here! :))

(and thank you :D)

[crowleysgirl56]

Hey 2019 Good Omens Fandom.

*SCREAM INTO THE ETHER. THEN SOBS INCONSOLABLY*

crowley has woken up in many beds over the years, and he has always woken up alone.

that’s a demon’s lot in life, he supposes. where humans cram themselves together for warmth or comfort or even lack of space, crowley has always been the one left out: unapproachable, untouchable. their hesitation is pre-ordained by the acrid yellow of his eyes and the burning-salt smell of brimstone that lingers in his hair, and crowley has long since learned how to coil around himself alone and ignore the empty spaces all around him.

but now—now he is waking up, and there is someone else there with him. 

he’s aware of it before he’s even fully conscious, before he even fully comprehends. he’s aware of the weight and the warmth and the cinnamon smell of someone there, only half a foot away, tucked beneath the sheets with him.

good morning, aziraphale whispers, quiet in the early grey light. 

crowley still doesn’t open his eyes: his heart has lurched into a syncopated rhythm and his hands have begun to sweat, and he’s desperately aware of every inch between them. he hadn’t forgotten aziraphale crawling into bed next to him the night before, but he had assumed he’d be gone already. 

he means to say, good morning, but instead what comes out, sleep-rough and mumbled, is just, you’re still here. 

aziraphale’s hand is warm against crowley’s wrist, and crowley imagines how that must look: the reach across from heaven and six inches over into hell, leaving doctrine and dogma shed like autumn leaves in its wake. the curve of faith and hope and trust in aziraphale’s palm as it settles, certain of itself, over crowley’s skin. 

yes, aziraphale whispers. i’m still here. is that all right? 

crowley takes a deep breath, centering himself, and then he blinks his eyes open. aziraphale looks back at him from across the pillows, his eyes unreadable in the faint light. there is a crease from a pillowcase imprinted high on his cheek, turning pink already; crowley reaches out, back over the same distance aziraphale reached, to smooth his fingertips and all his faith and all his hope and all his trust over it. 

you’re the first, crowley manages to say. never woken up with someone before. 

aziraphale smiles, not a sympathetic smile but an understanding one, and crowley wonders what loneliness looks like in ethereality, in a being made of love and for love, with endless seas of love that only serve to separate him from the loved things. 

neither have i, aziraphale answers. i think i quite like it. 

crowley watches him another minute, his fingertips on aziraphale’s face, still tracing that line. he says, i think i’m going to touch you. 

the smile twitches, nearly dislodging crowley’s fingers. you are touching me.

no, crowley says, i mean, i’m going to. i’m going to. 

the words catch and stick in his throat, and aziraphale turns his face just a little so he can press a kiss to the heel of crowley’s palm as his fingers start to shake. kiss me, he finishes. yes, i think. i think i would quite like that as well. 

across the pillows: some six inches. he wants to reach across them, to follow the line of his hand—of his faith, of his hope, of his trust—and to find aziraphale waiting for him. he wants to. the seconds draw out, one, two, three. he wants to. eight, nine, ten. 

i don’t think i can, he finally says. i don’t think i—it’s too far.

crowley, aziraphale says, so gently, and his palm on crowley’s wrist squeezes once, twice, thrice, before skimming up his arm, brushing his hair back from his forehead. crowley, i’m right here. 

will you stay? crowley asks. if i kiss you, will you stay? 

aziraphale’s hand settles warm on crowley’s cheek: the press of his palm to this sensitive skin. oh, my dear, he breathes, and he’s closer now, closing in the distance on his own, oh, my dear, don’t you know now? i’m never going to leave.

crowley kisses him. 

they meet halfway across the bed, a tangle of wrists and elbows and dry, brushing kisses—hesitant, testing. is this all right, crowley says, against aziraphale’s mouth, am i doing it right, and aziraphale makes a sound like all the breath has left him at once, and then he’s pulling crowley closer, pressing in, thighs to thighs and belly to belly and chest to thundering chest, heartbeats echoing against one another as aziraphale kisses him again, and more deeply, again, and more urgently, again, and it feels like kissing breath into crowley’s lungs and a promise into crowley’s heart and love, it feels like love, like a warm wing parting the rain around him, like the parting of those lonely seas to find him here, and crowley clings to aziraphale, kisses him back, and aziraphale is here, aziraphale stayed, aziraphale has chosen him, has chosen faith and hope and trust in him, and crowley licks the saltwater taste of it from aziraphale’s lips and hopes aziraphale can taste it too: this love, this endless love. 

stay, crowley hears, gasping, cut-off and aching, from his own mouth, stay, stay, stay.

this is not a plea to run away, not anymore. this is a plea to stand, to face heaven and hell hand-in-hand. this is a plea for mornings in beds together, for kisses that feel like waking up, for choosing to walk into the middle distance and stay forever in the six inches they have carved out for themselves. we’re on our own side.

i’m here, aziraphale gasps back, breathless and beautiful, pulling and pressing and choosing crowley with every part and particle of himself. yes, i’m here. i’m going to be here, always, forever, can you feel it? i’m going to stay.

crowley feels it. crowley believes it. always, he promises, kissing aziraphale and kissing aziraphale and kissing aziraphale. forever.

neither of them ever wakes up alone again.

[higher-noon]

Thinking about post-canon with the king being frozen in the House of Change and what happens to him.

Like, he's frozen there. They can't move him without unfreezing him. He's just there presumably forever. In a House. Forever.

Vanguardians seem... a bit too nice, to turn his name into a curse and his image into an omen, so I doubt he will become the next crab, but either way his existence is a monument to the shortcomings of their beliefs and the impossibility of eternal entropy.

Do they just lock the room and keep him hidden away? With kids and travelers being dared to venture inside and touch and/or vandalize the pseudo-corpse of the man who tried to embalm their country? Knick knacks and dust building up around him until someone decides on some spring cleaning and almost reverent wiped the dust from his shoulders?

Does his emporium become another lecture hall for the philosophy students to argue in? Does his form become a good luck charm for housemaidens to pet before their pilgrimage until eventually the tips of his armor are rubbed dull and it is recognized that he too can change and time is only one factor in the process that enough effort and persistence can eventually wear down?

Do refugees who eventually come to recognize their heritage find themselves drawn to the house, looking for whatever hints of home might remain? Do they look into the king's joyous eyes and beg and wish for a glimpse of what he sees? Does his sanctuary become a mass grave for a culture that has no other chance to mourn? Is he all but swallowed by flowers because even in his violence and his fear and his greed, the king was important, too?

And years down the line, when the country has healed and it's citizens at peace, when the saviors are hardly more than a folktale or a history lesson, when Mirabelle is old and tired and she forgets herself one last time, passing as she falls asleep, does the king wake up?

[dyns33]

His Dark Sun

Time for me to post a bit more about Feyd Rautha.

"I dreamed of you."

First strange sentence from her betrothed when they met. Not really what Y/N expected from a Harkonnen, but not from anyone either. There were probably few people in the universe who would have dreamed of marrying her.

Children born under a dark sun were not highly regarded in most cultures. Bad omen, the certainty of something bad coming.

Absurd, according to the Bene Gesserit, who had often repeated that this had no impact on genetic heritage.

This kind of belief could serve them, like disrupting their plans.

This was almost the case following Y/N’s birth. Her parents, from one of the last great families of the empire, were afraid of her. They even wondered if it would not be wiser to kill her immediately, or if that would not risk bringing even more misfortune to them.

But they were also afraid of the witches, who ordered that they not touch the girl. She could be very useful in the future.

This was certain when Lady Jessica gave a son to Duke Leto Atreides. It was planned that she would only give him daughters, one of whom would marry one of the Harkonnen descendants, to ensure peace between the two families, but also for more confused projects.

Since it was not possible to marry young Paul to the Baron's heir, a new wife had to be found, because the lineage had to be assured.

The people of Giedi Prime worshiped their beloved Black Sun, so they were not the type to think that those born under an one were a problem. All their children were like this.

Under other circumstances, parents might have been reluctant to marry their daughter to a Harkonnen. They didn't really have a good reputation.

But at the same time, they remained an important family, one of the richest and most powerful in existence. In addition to forming an interesting alliance, they also allowed their clan to get rid of Y/N.

They could do whatever they wanted with her, even kill her, it would no longer be their problem the moment she left their planet.

As the eldest, it would have made sense for her to be given to Glossus Rabban, the Beast. But Baron Vladimir had favored his younger brother as his heir, and so she came to this dark city praying that Feyd Rautha Harkonnen was not as terrible as the rumors said.

He was more handsome than she expected. Anyway, as handsome as a Harkonnen could be, with no hair, eyebrows or eyelashes, his skin pale and his eyes icy.

Calm, polite, he advanced towards her before his uncle or brother could speak, making it clear that he wanted no one between him and his future wife.

"I've dreamed of you. Many times, since I was young." He said, kissing her hand to welcome her, his voice trailing slightly. “I suspected a witch.”

"I did not follow the teachings of the Bene Gesserit."

"I know."

The Harkonnens did not like witches. They had little esteem for their order and only respected them out of political concern, seeking every means to circumvent their authority.

It had been a surprise to everyone that the Na Barron would agree to a marriage they had orchestrated.

But Feyd Rautha was a man of honor, intelligent, ready for anything. On top of that, he had been intrigued by this story of black sun. He had inquired, he had seen a portrait of Y/N, and then declared that she was his.

Y/N had never dreamed of the Na Baron, and his attitude seemed strange, frightening.

She didn't believe in destiny. This was just another legend used by the Bene Gesserit for their own gain, nothing more.

But the Na Baron looked at her with amazed eyes, convinced that she was special.

It was very proud that he killed several prisoners in her honor in the arena, tearing out the heart of the strongest to offer it to her with fervor in front of the cheering crowd, delighted by the spectacle and the discovery of their Na Baroness.

Secretly, she thought that he could kill her like this the day he understood that there was nothing special about her, despite everything he might believe.

Y/N tried to make him understand it on their wedding night, afraid of what he was going to want to do while being convinced that she could accept anything from him.

"I am not as strong as my noble husband. I know that you have… You have particular tastes. If your expectations of me were too high…"

“Everything will be perfect.”

"Husband…"

"Say my name. Without shaking. My wife doesn't have to be afraid of me."

"… Feyd."

He didn't know how to be gentle, that was obvious, but for her Feyd Rautha did his best. At every nervous reaction from Y/N, he stopped for a moment to contemplate her, checking if she was just anxious because she was ignorant, or if she really didn't like what he was doing.

All her life, she had been mistreated, by her family, by other nobles, by her people. They were too afraid of the curse to touch her, but she had suffered greatly.

She never would have thought that the first person to treat her with tenderness would be a Harkonnen.

“No more tears for my Na Baroness.” whispered her husband, kissing her.

He didn't talk about it, but Y/N guessed that they had a past with similarities. It was common knowledge that young Feyd had been taken by his uncle to be raised on Giedi Prime, rather than staying with their parents.

In gratitude for this sacrifice, Glossus had killed their father, and his brother had killed their mother.

The slanderers claimed that they had acted on the Baron's orders, or with the aim of securing his favors.

But Y/N knew. She knew this bloody, dark desire that she had suppressed for a long time while standing next to her sleeping parents' bed. It would have been easy to slit their throats and be freed.

Feyd remained a prisoner, and not being able to kill his jailer, he attacked those who had allowed him to put him in a cage. Revenge, pure and simple.

Everyone had heard of the Baron's love for children. Why wouldn't he have loved his own nephew ?

He didn’t talk about it and Y/N didn’t force him to talk about it. Before each meeting with his uncle, he took her hand as if to give himself courage, and afterwards he avoided her for hours, days, because he did not wish to soil her.

Either he took out his rage in the training room and the arena, or he went to see his concubines.

He would have killed them all if Y/N had asked him to, just as he would have killed everything that had made her suffer.

But she saw that he cared about these creatures, obedient, without judgment, whom he could torture as he pleased knowing that that was all they were waiting for. There were things he couldn't do with his wife. He didn't want it, and neither did she.

So the Na Baron could continue to have his fun, while making sure his wife was happy.

The only time Y/N dreamed of Feyd, he was on a yellow planet. Sand everywhere, the sun beating down, and blood. A lot of blood. Bad omen.

Y/N could have said nothing. It was just a dream after all, nothing more, as all of Feyd's dreams meant nothing either, but he had been good to her, and she felt she had to talk to him.

He looked at her for a long time in silence, before nodding.

"Witches say there isn't just one path. Only possibilities. I saw us, ruling Giedi Prime, side by side, with our children. Your smile being the only thing that gave color at this place."

"… You think I saw your death."

"On Arrakis. My uncle just gave it to me. Rabban has failed, I must restore order there."

"It was very blurry. Feyd, I…"

"I will be careful, my Na Baroness. My sun. Now that I know of this possibility, I will be careful."

If she hadn't told him, no doubt he would have died with the Baron and his brother. Y/N could have said nothing, and she would have been freed from the Harkonnens, sent home where her family only wanted her dead, deciding to become the Baroness, or running away, far away.

But she had made a choice, and her husband was very honored by it. If she wanted him to live, then he would live, even if it meant some sacrifice.

He hadn't seen himself as emperor in his dreams, although he wouldn't have minded.

When a champion was asked to face Paul Atreides, Muad Dib, it was terribly tempting.

But he thought of Y/N, he thought of the dreams, and he bowed, knowing what awaited him if he accepted the fight.

In response to the emperor calling him a coward, he sneered that the old man should only take a sword and fend for himself.

Just before his uncle's death, Feyd had several tons of spices evacuated, to ensure a significant stock, while sending a message to the other great houses concerning the Imperium's betrayal of the Atreides.

Muab Dib had looked at him as if he were crazy, then something had changed in his face, a revelation, and all traces of judgment disappeared.

"… You dreamed too." he whispered, his face turning slightly towards a young Fremen girl, but his eyes not leaving Feyd, before quoting him. “Your pet.”

"My wife." the now Baron corrected him with a growl, refusing to let the Atreides compare Y/N to this savage he was going to betray to marry the Emperor's daughter. “My Baroness, who is waiting for me.”

"For her sake, I will let you go."

“Wise decision, because if you try to hold me back, I will cut your throat.”

And if they both knew the outcome of a fight for power, it was not certain that Feyd would not be capable of killing the young Duke with the motivation of finding the woman of his dreams again.

Both clever, none of them took the risk.

[thatdruidgal]

New Year's 2024 Grimoire Challenge!

Let's start off 2024 with a month-long grimoire challenge!

I know that I love to always gather new information for my grimoire, and so I wanted to share this challenge with you.

For the entire month of January, complete one of these activities every day in your grimoire. If you have already completed the question, expand on the information you already have!

There is a beginner level and an advanced level for witches of all stages. If you'd like to, post your responses to the questions here and tag it with #branwens grimoire challenge! I'd love to read all of the wonderful information you find, so tag me too, if you'd like.

Farewell and good tides!

January 2024 Grimoire Challenge

by Branwen (@thatdruidgal)

Plants - Beginner: What are the correspondences of five plants that grow in your local area? Advanced: Come up with a new combination of plants to burn in your next ritual.

Heritage - Beginner: Where do you come from? What types of magick did your ancestors possibly practice in their homeland? Advanced: What were common for your ancestors (eg. food, clothing, daily life)?

Practices - Beginner: What is the difference between closed and open practice? Are you permitted to learn about any closed practices? Advanced: What are 2 open practices that you don't follow? What are some similarities with your practice?

Energy - Beginner: What is energy work? How would you begin this practice? Advanced: What are the four energy types, and how can you connect to each one?

Water - Beginner: What are the uses of moon water? How can you make it? Advanced: How would adding moon water affect your favorite potion recipe?

Altars - Beginner: How could you represent each of the elements on your altar? Advanced: What colors are you not currently using in your altar? Which elements do those colors correspond with?

Salts - Beginner: What benefits do you get from moon salt? How do you make it? Advanced: Research cleansing salts and add the recipes to your grimoire.

Omens - Beginner: What are five ways to bring yourself good luck? Advanced: What are recurring signs you've noticed recently? What sort of message do they bring?

Animals - Beginner: What is an animal(s) that you have always felt a strong emotional bond with? What are their traits? Advanced: How has your spirit animal helped you in the past? How have you communicated with them?

Astrology - Beginner: What are the correspondences of the planets? Advanced: In what ways have you been affected by the planets recently? How can you better their influence in your life?

Crystals - Beginner: What are the correspondences of your 5 favorite crystals? Advanced: What other crystals could have improved your last spell? What are some of the substitutes that could have been used instead?

Cleansing - Beginner: What cleansing methods can you use for your crystals and tools? What methods can you NOT use for certain crystals or tools? Advanced: What crystals require extra cleansing? What crystals cleanse other items?

Recipes - Beginner: Find a recipe that helps you with a problem you've been experiencing recently. Advanced: Find a recipe for you to use during the next moon phase.

Spirits - Beginner: What are the five types of spirit guides? Advanced: How can you better connect to the spirits around you?

Motivation - Beginner: What are some easy witchy tasks that you can do when you have low energy/motivation? Advanced: What are easy-to-perform spells or rituals that help boost your energy? Are there any common ingredients? Create a new spell with these.

Divination - Beginner: What are 5 types of divination that you find interesting? Advanced: What type of divination have you used most often? How can you improve your practices by adding crystals/items?

Healing - Beginner: What plants are used in your favorite medicinal tea? What are their correspondences? Advanced: What is a local plant that has medicinal properties? How would you use these in a spell or potion? What other correspondences does this plant have?

Candles - Beginner: What is your favorite scent of candle? What correspondences does that scent have? Advanced: What colors of candles do you burn most often? How would burning a different color of candle affect your atmosphere or your next ritual?

Sigils - Beginner: What are active ways to activate a sigil? What are passive ways? Advanced: What symbols (eg. celtic knots) work as sigils? What are their uses?

Offerings - Beginner: What are suggested offerings for spirits during the next Sabat holiday? Advanced: What things do you normally offer the spirits as offering? What is their favorite offering?

Sabats - Beginner: What are the eight Sabats? Advanced: What are some of the correspondences of the Sabats? What rituals are best done during these times?

Plants - Beginner: What are the bloom times for your plants? Advanced: What other plants can you grow in your climate? What are their correspondences?

Recipes - Beginner: Find a recipe for a tea/potion you'd like to make. Advanced: Find a recipe for a Sabat-specific item.

Warding - Beginner: What are 3 easy ways to ward an area? Why would you want to do that? Advanced: What are ways to refresh your wards? What are ways of warding that you haven't tried yet?

Enchanting - Beginner: What is enchanting? Advanced: What are the easiest materials to enchant? What are the hardest? (eg. iron doesn't stick to magick)

Fae - Beginner: What are things you need to be wary of when interacting with Fae? Advanced: What are signs that Fae are near? Describe 5 different kinds of Fae.

Zodiac - Beginner: What are your zodiac signs? (sun, moon, ascendant, etc) Advanced: How do each of your zodiac signs affect you? What is another type of zodiac (eg. Chinese, Celtic), and what is your sign there?

Personal Beliefs - Beginner: State 5 things that you believe to be true about the universe. Advanced: What are your beliefs on creation? On karma? On dieties? On planes of existence? Be detailed.

Practices - Beginner: What are 5 different spells or rituals that you've been looking forward to try? What are the ingredients? Advanced: How did your last 5 spells go? Did you get the results that you wanted? How can you improve your practices in the future?

Types of witchcraft - Beginner: What are 10 different types of witchcraft? Which of those appeal the most to you? Advanced: What types of witchcraft do you not follow? Are there any that you haven't researched?

Crafts - Beginner: What is knot magick? What is something you could make with this magick? Advanced: How can you incorporate knot magick into your everyday life? (eg. doing hair, bed routine, fiddling)