#good omens trumpets

[251-dmr]

Uncomfortable Ramifications

As a separate follow-up to my post about my perceived disparity between the actions and their results of the alarms in heaven and the apology dance, I'm going to try to describe - as if it isn't obvious - why these are so scary to try and resolve. And this is coming from someone who is all-but onboard with the possibility that there are two realities (for want of a better word). And/or that things are so very out of order. Or overlapping...or something!

So, yeh, I'm just going to put myself out here for ridicule and pity. But I think I will feel better just to get it out of my brain and out there.

If we I try to put the bright flash of light in heaven with the Jim-hiding miracle, that puts Crowley in two places at the "same" time... but at two supposed different chronological times (????): performing the miracle with Azi AND being in heaven with Muriel and Saraqael, which is supposed to be during the demon attack. WTH?

In my post comparing the different Arrivals, I asked about this:

As for those trumpets...what? Why are we hearing trumpets? I know we hear them in S1E4 after they beat up Aziraphale and that was to signal that Armageddon was starting.

If the trumpets that Azi hears in the music shop with Maggie in E2, are when Crowley and the angels return to earth as a result of Azi blowing up his halo and nearly declaring war on hell, rather than the "hiding Gabriel" inquiry...well, that obviously puts Azi in two places at the same...different...time. WTF?

As an aside, if the trumpets really correspond to Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael simply going to earth, to the bookshop, to inquire about Gabriel, that seems to contradict the Metatron's desire (order?) to explicitly NOT raise any alarms about Gabriel's disappearance.

SARAQUEL: Right. I can't… I can't find his memory anywhere. In fact, I can't find him in the building. He's left Heaven. Should I sound an alert? METATRON: Oh, don't be so wet. No, you're all just going to have to find him. That's all.

So, again, I ask, what's with the trumpets?

Anyway, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.

If the apology dance is for not returning to help defend the shop against the demons, that puts the demon attack before they even perform the miracle to hide Gabriel. Not to mention before the kiss and Azi's departure.

So even though the actions (e.g., the hiding miracle/halo explosion, and what warrants an apology dance) and their results feel out of proportion, trying to swap those around just makes things worse.

And, yes, I am very much aware what utter BS this must sound like. I get it.

My own brain hurts. It's just that I'm having a problem taking the chrono order that we've been shown without questioning it. On the other hand, perhaps I have no choice.

I hope I have given you all a good laugh. And maybe this post just needs to sink into obscurity. Yeh, probably for the best.

[surinnit]

i've seen loads of cowboy aus but there's a severe lack of cowgirl crowley

[nosferatini]

🕊️ The Season of Nightingales 🕊️

Chapter 34/36

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Summary 

The Second Coming looms large. Supreme Archangel Aziraphale vows to fix Heaven without asking the impossible from Crowley. As their effort is complicated by unexpected friends, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon.

Chapter 34 - The Second Coming

Excerpt:

“Th' Kinge of Heav'n comest down from on High, and lo, with him comest The Voice and the archangel, yea even Israfil, who shalt sounde the trumpet of God.   There will come tempest, and darkness, and great storms, and the dead will leave their graves and walk the earth once more.    It shall end even as it began, yea, in a Garden.”

Agnes pouted thoughtfully at the sky. Her arms were folded over her chest and her eyes glazed over the fog of augury, like reflections of the clouds above. Raphael braced against the wind as it kicked up a flurry of snow, his primary feathers fluttering beautifully against a backdrop of mountains and distant trees. 

“Today,” she said.

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Huge hugs and gratitude to my beloved betas, @dbacklot99, @demonsandpieohmy @addledmongoose and u/blackjeans93 from @goodomensafterdark for helping me scrub and polish my beloved fic.

@whickberstreetwriters

[azariah-z-fell]

Very single rewatch with out fail! the miracle sound that produces this outfit catches my ear.

It just sounds so weird compared to all the rest of them. It is normal hiss miracle but with a choir singing as well and it is far longer. It sounds so angelic but Crowley at the same time.

[the-blazing-star]

I was searching up meanings of tarot cards to guess what Gabriel’s might be and I really think it’ll be judgement.

Like that is literally the Archangel Gabriel blowing his trumpet to resurrect the dead. HE IS LITERALLY ON THE CARd normally.

I also think some of the keywords fit him too, plus he also has a 2 page passage about his self-discovery which matches with self-evaluation and reflection.

Like if this isn’t his card I will be genuinely surprised because everything fits.

[ghostliest-ghosty-ghost-bastard]

A small quick Speedrun of a Crowley thing

[andromeda4004]

I do love this information- all these angles on the show make it so rich to keep watching!

Okay. I don’t think anyone has said it yet, so I guess it’s up to me.

look, I remember when I first heard of the Good Omens fandom, and naturally, Aziraphale’s name, I was struck frozen like, “Wait, I know that name. Israfil, that’s a first. Which is what reluctantly pulled me in

(I’m a Muslim)

See, growing up, we have this nursery rhyme for the 10 most important angels that you have to know, and Israfil’s name was right up there (if you want to know, the other nine are Jibril, Mikail, Mungkar, Nakir, Raqib, Atid,Ridhwan, Malik andIzrail)Christians to mention some of them in movies, I mean, you guys have versions of them too, right? So I’ve naturally heard the mentions of Jibril (Gabriel), Mikail (Michael) and Izrail (Azrael), but I was kind of stuck at the mention of Israfil of all angels, so throughout all 6 episodes  I kept trying to remember what his main purpose was, in the nursery rhyme (you know that thing that you can’t think of something purely due to the reason because you’re looking for it?). As the story progressed I began to recall that he was a pretty big deal for starting Doomsday, but it wasn’t until this scene happened;

Keep reading

[youryurigoddess]

Gabriel’s (missing) cross

Let’s put everything we know about that spooky statue of the Archangel Gabriel in one thread to make the conversation about its possible meaning as a Good Omens 3 clue more structured. Starting off with the relevant part of the official commentary from X-Ray:

Douglas Mackinnon got one thing wrong in his part of the interview — Gabriel wasn’t carved by “some guy in Italy,” but a British sculptor and prop maker David Field working as a part of the team at 3DEye in London.

Technically speaking, it’s a gorgeous piece of hand-carved expanded polystyrene with a clay sculpted head on top of it — even if the Archangel’s smug likeness isn’t that pleasant to look at, all things considered. The scenic artists from 3DEye made it look like stone afterwards.

The body itself took ten days to sculpt and is a faithful copy of the famous statue on Ponte Sant'Angelo in Rome called Angel with the Cross by Ercole Ferrata. It stands on the inscription “Cuius principatus super humerum eius” (“Whose government shall be upon His shoulder”, Isaiah 9:16), and this quote makes much more sense for Gabriel than the cross in his hands. The usual iconography of the Archangel uses a trumpet or a white lily instead.

Ponte Sant'Angelo was originally used to expose the heads of those sentenced to death — each of the angelic statues on it carry Arma Christi, the Instruments of the Passion. Like the Second Coming, what seems to be a hopeful message to the Chosen Ones can also be a warning for the others.

The statue of Gabriel, first shown in full in the cemetery scene of the Good Omens 2 title sequence, reappears at the very end as a part of the bridge leading to the biggest Easter egg — at least according to Peter Anderson, the animator behind it — which is the lift in the background, implying how we’re getting closer towards the Second Coming. Notice how the cross broke down in half at some point between these two scenes!

And it disappears in the plot as well: Gabriel’s memory depicts it only from his point of view, with the camera deliberately moving slightly to the right and stopping at his eye level. The centered, establishing shots show the statue with empty hands as a bookend.

I believe that this cross is meant to serve as a foreshadowing, a reminder of the absolution of sins and eternal life through Christ’s sacrifice and Second Coming. We see it only through Gabriel and Aziraphale’s eyes — when Beelzebub looks at the statue, the cross is not there.

As seen in the BTS photos and videos, it’s not an editing error, but a deliberate positioning of the physical props on set. The cross was clearly meant to be a removable part of the statue and displayed in a specific way to convey a message to the audience.

The question remains: is it a reassurance, something to look forward to, or maybe rather a warning?

Not helpfully at all, the traditional use of angelic imagery in Christian cemeteries matches both interpretations.

[texacilian89]

Since Good Omens 3 starts filming soon (wahoo!) and we’re all in need of a palate cleanse after yesterday, I thought I’d start a thread (well, try anyway) for any silly, outlandish, off-the-wall, bizarre, completely bonkers, etc head canons or plot bunnies regarding Good Omens that make you chuckle or belly laugh.

They can be AUs, canon, canon-adjacent…I don’t care. All ideas are welcome and valid.

If there’s a fic out there you wanna share or wrote, please do it.

I’ll start.

If you follow me on the Tweeter and BlueSky you’ve probably seen me talk about medieval marginalia once or twice or a lot of times…specifically what we have affectionately started referring to as the peen trees.

The glorious Peen Trees and the other absolutely bonkers medieval marginalia have sparked many an idea in me. One of those being Aziraphale and Crowley used the illustrations in the manuscripts to secretly communicate to each other. An example of this might be…

A mouth trumpet = Heaven/angels nearby

A bum trumpet= Hell/demons nearby

Two bum trumpets= Heaven AND Hell agents in the area.

Another such idea would be a human au where Aziraphale is an actual newspaperman who hears some rumblings about some weird activity and an even weirder tree. He looks into the rumblings and discovers that area is infamous for witchy goings-on and sightings dating all the way back to the 1600s, possibly even further! Aziraphale travels to the area and stops in at the local cafe for a tea and pastries (can’t investigate when feeling peckish). Asks the owner if they know about any weird stuff, owner directs them to the florist/garden center down the way.

Enter Crowley. Crowley tries to play it off and dismiss the super cute “newspaperman”, but Aziraphale knows when he’s being played and doesn’t buy it. Of course Crowley has heard rumblings of witchy stuff in the area. He’s related to the witches! It’s the family business after all. Well, for the females it is. But he contributes in other ways.

What’s the family business, you ask? Well, since time immemorial, the female line of the Nutter Family exact justice and vengeance upon not great guys by removing their peens and sticking them on The Peen Tree.

That’s all I have so far of that little story, but I’d love to hear your crazy thoughts!

I’ll share another. A personal head canon of mine is Crowley is a die hard Dolly Parton fan. And owns it. Loves her music, loves the movies. All of it.

Now y’all’s turn.

[asleepyy]

Lovely art! I love how you add so many details to your comics, is there a detail you added that many people missed? Or is there one that you would like to bring up again?- Youre definitely Very good at putting that old men yaoi in your work. Its like if im watching good omens but its a comic!!

oh, there's always something that some people miss! somethings i'm fine with people missing, because then it becomes a pleasent surprise for later! here's a couple of things that some people (but not all) have missed in oopsie omens!

Uriel was the first one to have possession of the flaming sword!

Azazel has memories of the book of life associated with their fall!

jophiels black pocket square across his heart, and star pin on his tie!

azazels giant goofy bow ribbon laces, their first appearance is in 1941! oh and jophiel cleaning azazels glasses for them

in 2007, jophiel has a picture of a certain demon on his corkboard

azazel pressing his lips, reminiscent of the EVERY kiss, and he owns a copy of Good Omens

'Noctua''s first appearance in 2007!

i dont think anyone has *missed* this, persay, but (angelic) trumpets are quite the reoccurring talking point

did you know ooga booga?

this watch exists in real life! and it's about 6 million dollars.

and of course, i like to say hello to you guys via cars HAHA

[251-dmr]

Arrivals - Compare and Contrast

I've been thinking for a while now how there seems to be parallels to the arrival of Gabriel (E1) and the arrival of Muriel (E3) to the bookshop. I imagine they've been obvious to everyone else already?

Anyway, I tried to lay out how I thought they were similar and where they differed, even if it's just an exercise for myself. But there's another arrival too: Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael in E2, and that one is quite different.

None of this may mean anything other than good story telling.

For Gabriel and Muriel:

Both arrivals are announced to us via someone in the coffee shop: Nina for Gabriel and Mrs Sandwich for Muriel.

Both arrivals are accompanied by car horn honks. With Gabriel it sounds like 1 long followed by 2 short (then a bunch more, lol). For Muriel it sounds like 2 medium-length honks and followed by a wolf whistle.

If I've got this right and please correct me if I'm wrong, Gabriel enters on Whickber St from the park (east?). Muriel, however, is coming in from the other direction, on Whickber St from the west(?).

For both, when they arrive and knock on the door, Aziraphale is listening to music, and wearing his grey sweater. With Gabriel, his back is to the window, and he's facing his old-fashioned gramophone listening to Shostakovich. With Muriel, he's at his desk facing the window and listening to Everyday on a boxed record player sitting on the end of the counter (where Gabriel's box was originally placed but which has now apparently been moved).

Azi opens the door for both Gabriel and Muriel and our initial view is from the inside looking out. Gabriel has his back to us and is facing away. Muriel is facing us.

Gabriel and Muriel both ask to be allowed to come in. With Gabriel, Azi initially says No, but then agrees, somewhat rudely telling him to get inside. With Muriel, he hesitates briefly, then invites her in politely.

Once inside, Gabriel is now seated with his back to the window and Azi sits, or stands, facing him and the window. He brings the hot chocolate and simply says "You drink it." Which Gabriel does. With Muriel they are seated 90* oriented differently, with the window to Azi's right and Muriel's left. He brings her the tea and explains "To drink." Which she doesn't.

Up until now, Crowley is not around for either arrival.

Later, Azi meets up with Crowley in the coffee shop to "not" discuss Gabriel's presence. I didn't really identify a parallel scene for Muriel.

Then we get Crowley's jump scare upon seeing Gabriel, and his surprise and amusement at seeing Muriel.

For Gabriel and for Muriel, A & C go into the back room to discuss the situation.

That's as far as I felt I could follow the parallels. Probably superficial, but that's what I got.

Now, in E2 when Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael arrive, it's quite different and may not even warrant being mentioned here.

Azi is not in the bookshop, he's not listening to any music, but he is in the record shop to find out about the Everyday song that Jim was singing.

While he's there, we do hear a horn honk which Azi turns his head to look out the window toward. Shortly after, he/we hear the trumpets [see below] sound.

Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael arrive from the park direction, same as Gabriel.

They arrive at the bookshop first and Azi gets to them just after, so they are waiting on him to arrive.

Jim is the one who opens the door and the view is from the outside looking in. Saraqael asks to discuss things inside and I'm not sure if Jim has invited them in or is just excited about having "customers" but then Azi agrees and invites them in.

No offers to sit, they just stand, Azi doesn't bother to offer them anything to drink, because, angels.

But later, A & C meet at the pub to discuss the situation.

As for those trumpets...what? Why are we hearing trumpets? I know we hear them in S1E4 after they beat up Aziraphale and that was to signal that Armageddon was starting. Was there anywhere else?

So why are we hearing them for Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael just dropping in to ask about Gabriel? Hearing them definitely concerned Azi. We don't hear them in E6 after the attack on the bookshop. Is that because Crowley was with them?

Please, I hope someone has a nice explanation for the trumpets and what those trumpets may mean at that point in the story.

I tried to search to find anyone else's take on this but I couldn't find anything. Probably more my problem of not getting the hang of searching in Tumblr. If anyone knows of a good post on this I would love to read it.

[daneecastle]

Sketch dump

Sorry it’s been a while, I’ve been working on a lot of art that is either still in process(WIP), Patreon only, or is a comic page.

I constantly have new ideas. It’s exhausting.

Anyways, the images. First one with Aziraphale and the angry snek. Just something silly that came slightly off an Rp. The next two are from the Western Rp, which is almost done and will be turned into a fan fiction with illustrations. The ending has been intense and we have like ….. 8 sex scenes. … I think. Separate couples. So it’ll be NSFW.

The next one are different versions of my Crowleys. Two demons and two angels.

Then two drawings for my patreon free comic (I’ve decided) Split in Two. Admael the angel’s instrument of choice(which hasn’t been decided yet. Might be all but the trumpet. Then the second is just a little sibling fight over what’s there’s.

Then the last two are shits and giggles. “ what would Aziraphale do if Crowley slept too long and his hair kept growing” @ad-astrah

Anyways help support me! It’s my only job (drawing) while I go through health issues.

[madigankrauss]

✩♬₊✮˚Intro Post⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

So I’ve been on tumblr for a bit now and have been putting this off

Open to questions/asks/convos about anything

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I’m on the aroace spec but still feel both romantic and sexual attraction and im pretty sure only to women

Hobbies: jr firefighter, robotics, trumpet

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Zodiac: Aries

My fandoms: Marauders, Good Omens, Young Royals, Alice Osemen, Percy Jackson and others

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Currently reading: ATYD, Crimson Rivers, Forth Wing, and Son of Neptune

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

HERE I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SHARE THIS, for those of you have not read the Good Omens book (you should) or skipped the authors' notes on each other (go back and read them!!), I want you to read Sir Terry Pratchett's words on @neil-gaiman's writing.

"Well, he's no genius. He's better than that. He's not a wizard, in other words, but a conjurer.

Wizards don't have to work. They have their hands, and the magic happens. But conjurers, now... conjurers work very hard. They spend a lot of time in their youth watching, very carefully, the best conjurers of their day. They seek out old books of trickery and, being natural conjurers, read everything else as well, because history itself is just a magic show. They observe the way people think, and the many ways in which they don't. They learn the subtle use of springs, and how to open mighty temple doors at a touch, and how to make the trumpets sound.

And they take centre stage and amaze you with flags of all nations and smoke and mirrors, and you cry: 'Amazing! How does he do it? What happened? (...)'

And in the back row we, the other conjurers, say quietly: 'Well done. Isn't that a variant of the Prague Levitating Sock? Wasn't that Pasqual's Spirit Mirror, where the girl isn't really there? But where the hell did that flaming sword come from?'

And we wonder if there may be such a thing as wizardry, after all...

(...) I remember on one US Good Omens tour walking round a comics shop. (...) I wandered around the shelves looking at the opposition. That's when I realised he was good. There's a delicacy of touch, a subtle scapel, which is the hallmark of his work.

And when I heard the premise of American Gods I wanted to read it so much that I could taste it... When I read Coraline, I saw it as an exquisitely drawn animation; if I close my eyes I can see how the house looks, or the special dolls' picnic. No wonder he writes scripts now.

Have fun. We did. We never thought about the money until it went for auction and the big numbers started to get phoned in. Guess which one of us was amazingly cool about that. Hint: It wasn't me."

(I apologise for any typos that might have crept in at this point I don't know what I'm doing BUT GO READ THE GOOD OMENS BOOK IF YOU LOVED THE SHOW YOU'LL LOVE THE BOOK TOO HEHE)

[painted-bees]

As a biologist with multiple tanks, I’d suggest adding some “pest” snails to help your aquarium’s cycle. Ramshorns, for example. Many don’t like them but I can’t have a tank with no snails, they’re just very charming little buddies that don’t need much and are fun to watch.

oh, I will end up with snails whether I want them or not haha! their eggs always hitch hike onto the plants, and it's impossible to rinse 'em all off! Usually end up with bladder snails and malaysian trumpets. But their numbers are a good indicator of how well balanced a tank is. No snails after a month or two is a terrible sign. A billion snails are also a bad omen... They're a great little barometer...despite eating the plants😭

[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens - "Regaining Divinity - Chapter 2" Rated M

Summary:

Love isn't just a static thing. It's give and take, push and pull. And while Crowley is coming to terms with what might be a permanent change, something different is now stirring inside Aziraphale as well...

Notes:

So it never dawned on me to wonder what was going on with Aziraphale while Crowley was freaking out over his change. I figured this was a one-and-done, that everything that needed to be said had been said. It wasn't until my car accident, as I was looking at the MRI of what the impact had done to my brain, lighting everything up white that it hit me (no pun intended). You can't have Crowley affected without Aziraphale affected, too. That's not how these things work. So, here is poor Aziraphale, coming to grips with the reality of loving a demon. Warning for a brief mention of body harm.

Read on AO3.

The sun set slowly that evening - supernaturally slowly, sinking into the horizon like a hot air balloon. And as it did, creeping the millimeters towards its own extinguish, it left Aziraphale behind.

A bizarre turn of events since Aziraphale never slept. Not a wink.

But he couldn't help himself. He'd been out for the count all day. Snuggled beneath Crowley's down comforter, Aziraphale felt like a million cherubs armed with golden trumpets couldn't rouse him.

He didn't want to move. Never again.

At least not for the next half-century.

And he was pleased as punch about it.

He had decided to lay beneath these blankets with his eyes shut and maintain this glorious stillness. Well, outer stillness. There were stirrings in his body that he'd never felt before. He focused in on them, tracked them with his mind, enjoying this new part of him blossoming beneath the surface.

These stirrings, these urges, they were still him, just different.

Crowley was a dear. He wouldn't mind Aziraphale becoming a permanent resident in his bed. And he would bring Aziraphale cakes and wine from time to time if Aziraphale asked him to. Yes, that sounded like a marvelous idea. It would be the perfect plan if not for that awful buzzing. He thought it was in his brain, like when humans complain about a ringing in their ears, but it had started to become a low-level hum all around him.

Where the Hell was that even coming from?

Was it a fly?

A swarm of flies?

In Crowley's impeccably kept flat?

Impossible! Not without some sort of demonic intervention.

Aziraphale gasped.

Was it Beelzebub? Searching out the traitor Crowley?

Aziraphale popped up in bed, scanning the room with eyes screaming to shut again, nerves at the ready. But only silence met him. Of course, there were no demons there. How silly of him! The ridiculousness of his quick action stamped inside his brain like the worst hangover imaginable.

“Oh…good Lord,” Aziraphale groaned, yanking the blankets over his head to block out the light spearing his eyes. He did all that for nothing. No one was in the room with him. Not even Crowley, oddly enough.

“What time is it? Oh!” He took himself by surprise with that question. Others often said it when they slept in, but now he was saying it. Because now he was a being that not only slept but slept in!

What a slothful glutton he had become!

It was Crowley.

Not because Crowley was a bad influence.

He was, but not intentionally.

Now that Aziraphale had him, every inch of him, his existence would change. It already had.

For one, God Herself couldn't peel him out of this bed.

But the lack of Crowley unnerved him. What in the world could his demon be up to? He wasn't what one would call an early riser. So how is it he was up and gone before Aziraphale?

Aziraphale reached out with his senses, trying to hunt down his wayward demon. He had to be there somewhere. Probably in his office? Or terrorizing his plants? And though Aziraphale didn't condone his demon's intimidation of his pet plants, the thought brought a chuckle.

Wherever he was, Aziraphale had a need to be with him, stronger than his need to stay abed.

So that was his day started then.

Desperate to stay cozy for as long as possible, he slithered his way to the edge of the mattress, then swung his feet over the side onto the floor. With the first touch of his soles to the hard marble, he recoiled as if burned.

"Yikes! How did I never notice how much this place feels like a tomb?" he muttered. He struggled to find his slippers, but they were nowhere to be seen. He sighed. He would have to make it to the loo sans shoes since that's where he left his clothes, and he did not mean to waste a miracle getting himself dressed.

But the floor beneath his feet was uncomfortably cold, even for him.

He half-hopped his way to the cracked bathroom door, unfurling his wings along the way to work out a few kinks he felt tightening his shoulders, and lept to the safety of the bathmat. He didn't need the light, but he didn't want to exert the effort to turn it off, aching eyes or not.

He saw himself in the mirror for the first time since he'd put on his pajamas and shuddered.

Goodness gracious! What the...? He spread his wings wide, turning right and left for a better look. He'd just preened them, too! How did they get mussed so quickly?

Aziraphale stopped short, cheeks immediately burning. Last night probably didn't help. He wouldn't normally think to unfurl his wings while being intimate. He had a habit of keeping them tucked away pretty much always. Aside from Adam, Crowley was the only one to see them in the past few thousand years.

Crowley had a thing about them.

But Aziraphale's wings had always been that way.

Unkempt. Uncontrollable.

And for the love of Peter! Now they were filthy!

Aziraphale tutted, grabbing a hand towel from the counter and swatting at the dirt. It took a fair bit of maneuvering to reach it, but if he threw his arm out to the side dramatically enough, the tip of the towel just about grazed the spot. It stung, but he persisted. Harder and harder he swatted, but the stain didn't budge.

Hell's bells!

He'd need to wash them properly. That would take all day!

Aziraphale grinned.

If he could hunt down his wily demon, maybe the two of them could climb into the shower together, and Crowley could...

A cruel jolt of reality interrupted his fantasizing. A breeze from somewhere drifted in and fluttered the feather, lifting the corners and exposing both sides.

His hand shook.

He dropped the towel.

That dark spot wasn't dirt.

It was the feather.

A single black feather astray in a field of white.

But how did that get there?

Surely, it was one of Crowley's, shed during last night's escapades.

Aziraphale gave his wings a flap, then another harder one when the first did nothing to dislodge it. No, it was stuck in there tight, mingled in with his own.

Then it hit him. Hit him like a spike-studded brick to the brain.

That feather might not be Crowley's.

That feather might be one of his, transformed from white to black.

Was this a side-effect of making love to a demon?

He peered into the mirror to get a better look at his wing, leaning far over the counter until his nose touched the glass, which brought his attention around to his face.

That was when he nearly disincorporated.

Whatever was going on with him, it wasn't done.

One of his eyes - one of his blue eyes - was turning coal black with every blink until it was obscured from white corner to white corner by an inky abyss too painful to look at.

He blinked again, and deep within his stomach, something rumbled.

Not like a hunger pang.

More like the awakening of some creature.

He remembered Crowley saying that underneath the human facade of certain demons, where muscle and blood and bone should be, there were maggots instead. Was that what he was feeling? Not emotional stirrings, longing for his demon husband, but bugs?

If he could have been sick, he would have.

That might have been a blessing. If he'd vomited up a sink's worth of maggots, he'd have his answer. He didn't want to resort to slicing himself open to see what would come out.

Surgery aside, who could he ask?

The obvious answer was Crowley, but Aziraphale suspected he wouldn't know. He never once mentioned turning anyone into a demon using sex. That was definitely something Crowley would dish on if it had happened.

What should Aziraphale do now?

Should he look through every book he owned for an answer? Off the cuff, he was more than certain he didn't have one that broached this. If he did, he would have bookmarked it and put it in the safe beside his desk.

For research purposes only, of course.

Should he call Anathema and see if she had any inklings?

Should he call Madame Tracy simply for the sake of gossip while he sussed out the important stuff?

Should he pray?

Aziraphale squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, hoping that when he opened them, the eye and the feather would be gone back to right. All but a bad dream.

It had to be! Aziraphale wasn't a demon.

He didn't feel like a demon.

But he had never been a demon before. What exactly would that feel like? Would he know right away? Would a switch click in his brain the moment it happened, or would it take time to settle in, seep into his bones first, then send a message to his conscience? And what would the symptoms be? Beside the feather and the eye? Would he develop powers - demonic powers? And how would they differ from his angelic ones? Would they be the same, all things considered, just...evil?

Again, all questions that Crowley would be best suited to answer, but Aziraphale didn't want to ask him. He didn't want to have this conversation with him.

He didn't want to frighten him.

He didn't want to lose Crowley to the foolhardy idea that going far from Aziraphale would be the best thing for him.

Could he cover this up and never mention it? One feather and one eye should be an easy fix for sure. But that wouldn't likely be where it stopped. It would take over, wouldn't it? Consume every bit of him? It would have to.

Aziraphale had never heard of someone becoming only a tenth demon.

He stared hard at his reflection in the mirror, the coal-black eye staring back at him, not with menace, but confusion.

Still him, but different.

Aziraphale blinked slowly and gulped hard, considering the one question he would never, ever be able to ask his husband. The one that might be the lynchpin to this all.

And it wasn't if making love to Crowley turned him into a demon.

It was did making love to Crowley turn him into a demon because Aziraphale loved him, and Crowley loved him back?