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[booksattheritz]

@justhadquestions continued from here

“Are you alright, my dear? You seem quite frantic. Everything is perfectly alright. As quiet as ever, I assure you.” Even as he spoke, he opened the door wider for Crowley to step inside. “Please, do come in. I’ll poor you a glass. Of something. Or I could make us some tea. Whatever you like.”

[scmcnymuses]

Okay, so I am HEAVILY under construction at the moment as I work on my muses page, but I will slowly be shifting threads and muses from my other blogs over to here. Those blogs include: @fcntcsticmuses, @justhadquestions, @i-want-adventure, and other long inactive/deleted blogs. I will not be moving all threads over here at once, but I plan on doing it over the next month or two (it’s gonna take so long because I do have a job, and I do kind of have a life even if that’s debatable).

[rebellicvs]

@justhadquestions​ (x):

“Well, if you’re here to burn the witch, it might make this whole affair a little awkward,” Crowley commented. “You know, that whole thing when you run into somebody you weren’t expecting to see, and you have to do the catching up thing when you don’t really want to, all of that. Of course, it might be cut a little short. They’re setting up the stake now.” She wasn’t nearly as concerned as she should be with the whole burning at the stake thing, but she’d gotten out of worse. It was even less concerning now that Raphael was here. She doubted he would just walk away.

“You really have a penchant for getting into trouble, don’t you Crowley?” Raphael said with a sigh, ignoring for now what the other had said. He had hoped that he was wrong about who the red haired witch, that was supposed to be burned, was but alas, no such luck. This was really turning into a predictable pattern. So bothersome... and yet he never just walked away.

“Why haven’t you just left this place then already? It’s not like this can actually hold you.” 

[choicelesshope-aa]

@justhadquestions || continued from here.

His attention had been on a specific demon from the moment that its presence entered the domain of his senses. Alert as he had to be on these late days, Crowley spotted the slouching creature and prepared to force himself into a confident stance that wasn’t natural to him yet, but that was the best he could get for the sake of his newly gained freedom. That thing he was starting to enjoy despite the initial paranoia, and which became easier to accept with every new meeting to dine or just hang out with the angel living at a certain bookshop. 

He had gained that, he liked to think. Just as he had gained a little fun from the scared demon that would sweat cold if he recognized him at that distance. 

And yet, what caught his eye in that specific situation wasn’t at all the reaction he got from his demonic counterpart, but the actions of a woman who suddenly decided to leave the main road and hide in the closest alleyway she could find. Her motions urgent enough to awake a sense of curiosity and concern in the demon that found it impossible to shake it off of his mind. Was she in danger? Was everything alright? He had nothing or no one that could stop him now, and so, without much doubt, Crowley walked towards her and hope it wasn’t too late to lend a hand. 

“Not a broken heel I hope? I really don’t like it when—” Ah, but there was when it happened. His name came out of her and he quickly lost the ability to end his initial idea. Shocked as he can’t come to understand why someone like her ( who he believes he hadn’t seen ever before ) might know a piece of information like that. “Do I… know you?” He inquiries, and as hard as it is, he tries to find the few and very rare possibilities that could explain something like that. Naive as anyone who really doesn’t want to see the truth and who clings to the safety of ignorance to save him from what lies underneath. It works. And for a moment, Crowley assumes that she is simply is someone he crossed at a store or maybe a new neighbor that had seen him once or twice. 

But he notices something around her, and his entire disposition changes with that. 

“No.” He mutters while stepping back and stares at her with increasing fear. Shocked, yes, but terrified as one should rightly be when in the presence of the One responsible for everything in existence. That very same being he hadn’t felt since the Fall, and which abandonment is something he had been willing to ignore until some time ago. But not now, it’s hard to forget now, after everything that happened. And as he stands there, wondering how this could be happening and what could be the reason why She is kneeling on the ground looking more human than he ever did, a bit of pain begins to enter the corners of his trembling vision. 

“What are you doing here…?”

[storiesuntold]

@justhadquestions liked Hansel’s sc.

That shouldn’t be possible... He had met that man back when he had thought everything was still normal (well, normal in his and his sister’s terms) and yet, here he was, looking not even a day older than back then. Sure, he had a new haircut (and clothes fit for this time period of course), which was why Hansel had looked twice just to be sure - but besides that he was exactly the same.

What was he? A warlock? Something else? After all, after their case in Augsburg Hansel and Gretel had started stumbling across all sorts of supernatural beings and not just witches (dark and white).

A part of him itched to pull one of his hidden weapons but they were surrounded by normal people - people who had started loosing their believe in the supernatural and would put you away into asylums if you  started talking about it. So, he didn’t pull out any weapons but he did give them a  weary look and finally broke the staring contest they had going by saying - a bit awkwardly, “...long time no see, I guess.”

[azreielmoved-blog]

@justhadquestions / starter

“ oh dear, what an AWFUL situation. ” she remarks watching the latest demonic attack committed by crowley. “ now people will have to hold down their phones and TALK to their families. ”

[booksattheritz]

"That would have just been excessive," he countered. Turning away from the man to walk with Crowley. "I wonder what She thinks when she sees things like that. Or hears people fighting over which of her creations are the holiest. Personally, I hate seeing someone that could be so close to Heaven tear themselves away from in just to have hate in their heart. No one deserves the kind of mistreatment his kind create."

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“It was a little much,” he admitted, pulling his wings back in. Staring disinterested at the man. Yet he’d be lying if he said it didn’t give him a bit of a rush. “Still, it’s amazing how people like him think they have a place in Heaven. It’s that kind of hatred that wins souls for Hell. Yet they claim to speak for God. She’d never associate with his lot. They probably think she’s a man too. Completely ridiculous.”

“A little much would have been going full snake and squeezing the life out of him,” Crowley replied, replacing his glasses as his own wings snapped away. “And you solved the mystery and got to throw a bit of thriller in there, too.” Crowley grimaced, turning away from the man. “If you ask me, Hell’s too good for these people. I’m not sure they deserve any kind of eternal life. Still, I do feel comforted knowing what’s waiting for him.”

[fcntcsticmuses]

If you guys are into good omens, follow me over on @justhadquestions

[powerintwo]

Hey, this is an RP sideblog (to @justhadquestions​ ) for a pair of sibling OCS (mainly based in Good Omens, but are adaptable to other fandoms), and you can find their abouts here. 

[myowndevising]

Okay, so this is an indie, semi-selective God from Good Omens, sideblog to @justhadquestions. Just making this post to get this blog out in the tags and shit

[booksattheritz]

@justhadquestions continued from here

"A wet sock? Doesn't seem very evil, if you ask me," Aziraphale mused. "Not that you need to do anything on my account," he added quickly. Not wanting Crowley to get the wrong idea. "I would hardly say he was being rude. Poor man is probably having a bad day. Truly, dear, it's not a problem. I dont see why you're making a big fuss about it."

[rebellicvs]

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

@justhadquestions (x):

“Well, I had heard there’d be an archangel here, and I thought, ‘Well, that sounds like a party to me,’ so I hopped in my car and came all the way here to be sure I wouldn’t miss it,” Crowley said sarcastically. “I’m a demon. Skulking around sketchy places at night is what I’m supposed to do. Why are you here?”

Considering that he had kept himself hidden from even his own siblings for some time now, it was obvious that Crowley’s words were false even if he hadn’t been able to detect the heavy sarcasm (which he had detected).

Sitting on a bench at a pier wasn’t something he did often but he had found himself doing so more and more lately. Nearly glowing blue eyes glanced at the demon before turning their gaze back towards the water in front of him. He didn’t owe the demon an answer and yet he admitted, “thinking. Thinking about the future among other things. It’s a good place and time to do so.”

[choicelesshope-aa]

@justhadquestions || continued from here.

Fully grown-up men in fancy suits were usually the kind of species she didn’t favor in her everyday life. Any other day the reason why one of them ended up tripping over the air and rolling down a considerable amount of stairs would have been her accidentally being in the right time and place, but when it came to him — THAT specific him with the red hair and the small tattoo — the demon not only was innocent of such tragedy, but ALSO was doing the best of her efforts to press her lips and act like an educated creature for the first time in her life. 

You didn’t greet such an icon acting like a complete savage, right? Please.

Being on her best behavior ( which in comparison didn’t include a set of selfies with the injured fool in the ground ) was the least she could do for one of the few people she could actually feel respect for. Someone who not only had been causing trouble on Earth since day uno, but which ALSO had been responsible for many of her favorites when it came to historical disaster and inconvenient human artifices ( modern television for example? GENIUS ). 

So when all aligned and she finally managed to be in the same city that the starter of World War II, WELL— Dora would kill her if she didn’t try to run into him. Accidentally, at least

“Me? Oh! No, no, no, no, pff! Hell no, I wouldn’t dream about it, sir. In fact—” A snap of her fingers repaired the pair of glasses resting next to her feet, which she took after to examine from up close ( much like a child fascinated with a strange artifact ) and smiling to it for a brief second before offering it back to its rightful owner.

“I should be the one helping you if it ever came to it. Ishael, a pleasure.”

[storiesuntold]

“ why are you smiling? ”

@justhadquestions (x):

“What, I can’t just smile at nothing?” He wasn’t smiling at nothing, of course. He was currently enjoying watching a person trying to pick up a penny - not much to normal passerby, but it was a rather rare one, and the woman clearly knew it. “I just thought of something funny, what of it?”

Hansel followed the other’s gaze and saw what exactly they were looking at. His own lips twitched upwards for a moment. “...Did you glue it to the ground or someone else and you simply enjoy the show?” Because it had to be glued to the ground if it wasn’t moving at all.

[booksattheritz]

"Well, we have been doing so for quite some time." If Angel's could blush, Aziraphale certainly would be. "Though, I dont think him and I are going to be doing much 'balancing out' in the grand scheme of things anymore." Not with how their trials went. Not with them having officially quit - or was it fired? - from their jobs. "Of course I would! There's power in prophecies, my dear. The future has as much of a hold on us as the past does. It doesn't matter what the 'masses' think. If something is special, it remains special. No matter what anyone thinks. Such things need to be treated with care. Whether you're the only one that cares for them or not. Remember that, won't you? Treat yourself well."

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“That would require all angels and demons to be on Earth, and even then, there’s not enough of them for every human. Most don’t ever leave. Earth is not the ideal destination for either side. It’s more about balancing out the overall influence of evil. Not focusing on individual persons.” Aziraphale smiled at her as she talked about Agnes’ prophecies. “Must be nice to know she hasn’t gotten everything right,” he commented. He rose a brow at her question, humming softly as he ran the tip of his finger over the rim of his teacup. “Oh, well… everyone has their indulgences… Prophecies come from an age where people believed in magic and the divine. More so than they do now. There’s something… powerful about prophecies. Holding a mysterious and unique energy that is rarely felt in these modern times.”

“I guess you’ve got a point. You and Mr. Crowley sure balance each other out pretty well. From personal experience, at least. But I’m sure it works fairly well on a larger scale if you’ve both been doing it for this long,” she commented. His story had implied that they were there from the absolute beginning, apple tree and all. A bit mind blowing, but then so was everything else. “It is a little bit. She seemed so sure of it all. It was nice for the world not to end when I was expecting it my whole life,” she said. She listened, nodding in agreement. Things had certainly changed from when the prophecies were first written. “These days, if there’s any sign of magic, governments squash it down and pretend it never happened, and the media writes it off as some crazy person. Do you think if somebody published a book of prophecies today, you’d be as interested in it as you are the ones written then? Even if the masses don’t feel the same way about the prophecies or the divine?”

[booksattheritz]

@justhadquestions continued from here

"Personally? No. I don't make neighborhoods dangerous. Don't even make singular people dangerous. Far too much of a hassle when it comes down to it." Especially when they did that all on their own anyway. He didnt even have to lift a finger. "I like to people watch. Plus, this part of town has some of the best sweet shops and bakeries. Thought I'd pay one a visit."