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evilasiangenius · 2 years

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I posted 141 times in 2022

That's 39 more posts than 2021!

61 posts created (43%)

80 posts reblogged (57%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sigmastolen

@thelaithlyworm

@kirkypet

@evilasiangenius

@funnytwittertweets

I tagged 133 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#good omens - 39 posts

#crowley - 28 posts

#mistakes were made - 27 posts

#aziraphale - 23 posts

#aziraphale x crowley - 20 posts

#ineffable husbands - 18 posts

#this is important - 18 posts

#writing - 14 posts

#angel crowley - 11 posts

#demon aziraphale - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#https://www.nytimes.com/2022/04/29/science/tiktaalik-fish-fossil-meme.html?action=click&module=well&pgtype=homepage§ion=science

My Top Posts in 2022:

The Land of Punt, 1990 B.C.

“Crowley?”

A gentle shake, and Crowley found herself waking from a decadent afternoon nap, yawning. “Hmm?”

It was a hot day but here in the deep shade beneath the palm trees where the sand was soft and a gentle breeze stirred the air it was almost cool, and it seemed like a great waste not to be napping, and so without thinking, Crowley pulled Aziraphale down by her side, her arms spanning the angel’s plump and curvaceous form.

“Oh, oh!” Aziraphale sputtered, surprised. “Oh my! No, you don’t have to let me go, sorry I was just surprised. And I’m so sorry my dear, I really shouldn’t have.”

“Shouldn’t have what?”

“My apologies, dear. I didn’t mean to wake you. No, actually I did. I did mean to wake you, I’m just sorry for waking you. Even though I needed to.”

“It’s all right.” Crowley looked up at Aziraphale drowsily, a hint of a smile on her lips as she pressed her cheek against the round and delectable curve of Aziraphale’s soft tummy, all the more prominent because of that form-fitted sheath dresses. “What’s going on?”

“Ah. Erm, dreadfully sorry Crowley, but I must be away, just received a message that I had to do a bit of work down the river. Do you mind waiting?” Aziraphale smiled gently, untangling herself from Crowley but taking Crowley’s hands in her own, giving them a squeeze.

“Oh.” Crowley tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice, as a sudden pang of pain went through her, realizing that Aziraphale could not stay here forever and neither could she. “Sure, of course. No, I get it. You have to work.” Crowley sat up, though she did not let go of Aziraphale.

“I’m so sorry. I really would rather be here...”

“When will you be back?” Crowley ventured, and a building anxiety scrabbled inside of her when she thought that the answer would be perhaps never, or so long that it would not matter if it was never because those things might nearly be identical, or worse, that Aziraphale would not tell her.

“A day or two, I hope.” Aziraphale gave Crowley’s hands another squeeze. “Of course it could always go longer, but I don’t think it should. Just a little divine inspiration, a miraculous healing or two, that sort of thing. Shouldn’t be too hard. Unless it is.”

“Come back soon.” Relief swept through Crowley, and she stood up in the sand to watch Aziraphale leave, her arm curled around the rough trunk of a palm tree. Yet strangely some part of her ached and painfully so; she could not help but wonder if this was the last time she would see the angel for a long time. A year, a hundred years...

She sighed, and played over their last words together in her mind, fixing them to memory.

Suddenly Crowley smiled to herself; Aziraphale had remembered her real name.

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Aziraphale was early, so he sat down on a level stump. There were a few alternate personas he had been working on for meetings such as this, and today he thought he’d try the wandering poet. Very much dressed as traveler who was just passing through, not impressive enough to be trying his luck at the court, merely the kind of man with a battered kithara that showed up in the agora to sing for his supper, too poor and humble to be dreaming of king’s courts.

He tuned his kithara, which was certainly not quite battered enough to fit the part, and played.

All around him, the birds hushed in their chatter to listen, the rush of the water became a soft murmur, and it seemed that the very world held its breath as Aziraphale played, as he whispered the words to himself, not daring to sing out loud.

Thank you my dear You came, and you did well to come I needed you. You have made love blaze up in my breast

Bless you! Bless you as often...

And here Aziraphale had to stop, overcome with a profound emotion that sprang up unheeded, one that he could not quite identify at first, a sudden sadness that choked up his throat so that nothing could come out, not even that faint whisper of song. He blinked, eyes blurry with tears, not sure why this feeling had welled up within him.

Aziraphale brushed away a tear, wondering what had gotten into him. His lips tightened as he frowned a little to himself, and tried again. Yet nothing came out, the words once again choked in his throat and he felt strange, trying to shake away this unusually intense sentiment that had swept through him.

It made no sense; this was a favorite of his that he played often and here he was, so overwhelmed that he was unable to properly complete it.

With a huff of breath, did his best to set aside his feelings and merely played the rest of the phrase on the kithara, eyes half-closed, thinking of the words he was unable to even whisper.

Bless you as often as the hours have been endless to me While you were gone.

Aziraphale let the plectrum fall, swinging down at the end of its tether, feeling the vibration of the instrument die down between his hands. He couldn’t continue the song. There was more, but he couldn’t continue.

He sighed, hugging the kithara to himself, not understanding why he had been overcome.

Aziraphale sat for what felt like a long time though it was probably only a few minutes, as the wind stirred his chlamys and the straw hat that hung from a cord about his neck tumbled against his arm.

“Angel, I thought that was you.” Hesitating as he looked around the clearing, Crowley stood tall, a stark figure in black surrounded by a galaxies of blooming flowers that trembled in his wake before stopping, frozen in a moment of time.

Aziraphale gasped. Among the starry flowers with his fluttering himation like a scrap of deep space floating about his shoulders, Crowley looked so much like the kind of angel that worked on building the stars that it took his breath away.

“Crowley!”

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There are many benefits to being a marine biologist

[image 1 description: Headline: New Zealand: Seal breaks into marine biologist’s home. Story by Elsa Maishman, BBC News, 2 hours ago. Followed by a picture of a young fur seal sitting in what appears to be the entry of a cream or white-painted interior of a home. The seal is sitting by by the door and a narrow window and next to a door stop. The image is ascribed to Phil Ross and is captioned “Kira ora - Oscar the seal explores the family’s seaside home”] Apparently the seal got in through the cat flap door.

[image 2 description: The aforementioned young fur seal Oscar looking curiously out of a doorway beside some stairs. The image is taken from upstairs. The photograph is ascribed to Phill Ross and is captioned, “The family nicknamed the seal ‘Oscar’”]

This seal was described as housebroken and a very polite house guest.

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The Universality of Sad Burrito

While researching, I found this:

[Image Text: ABOVE: Tondo from an Attic red-figure kylix dated to c. 500 BCE depicting Achilleus seated on the chair wrapped tightly in a himation. He’s actually in mourning for Patroklos, but you could imagine someone wrapping themselves up in a cloak like this on an exceptionally cold day for warmth.]

An image search revealed some really in depth articles from Harvard for more images of Achilles in mourning, here is a small selection:

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My #1 post of 2022

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thecraftybear · 2 years

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@kirkypet i hope this is satisfactory

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bethagain · 2 years

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Word Search

Thanks for the tag, @kirkypet !

Kirky gave me three words to search for in my fics and share the relevant lines: BREATHE, PAUSE and BOTHER.

The first one cracks me up because it's such a classic fic line. The second, I was amused to see how many times I used the word in one short story. For the third, I was astonished that I hadn't used "bother" in my Star Wars - Winnie-the-Pooh crossover. But I found a nice snippet in another fic.

This was fun! If anyone else wants to play, here are three words for you: WALK, WONDER, ARM.

BREATHE: From Luminosity (Good Omens)

So, now, with the sun gone down, the moon below the horizon, and the road empty except for one angel and one demon about two hours into an 8 mile hike back toward Dalvik, the main thing to see was the lights overhead. The green glow, brightening again, coalesced into a spiral, opened out into a series of circles like wavering smoke rings, and then slowly solidified into shimmering pillars. Deep purple and red crept out from behind the green and made vertical stripes alongside it.

Looking up, Aziraphale breathed an audible “ooohhhh.”

Beside him, Crowley tried pulling his black wool morning coat closer around himself, flipping up the lapels to cross over in the front. Since it wasn’t actually a coat, or actually wool, or actually clothing, it didn’t make him any warmer.

PAUSE: One instance from Honest Work (The Mandalorian)

The air is still warm. The water that splashes his wrists is cool. He pauses again for food, then sets back to work. At one point he cups his hands in the running stream and drinks, then runs wet hands through his sweat-soaked hair.

BOTHER: From Brunch at the Citadel (Mad Max: Fury Road)

And she still doesn’t know what the hell to do about Max, even after all this time. She finds him in the workshop, head under the hood of a bashed-up Ford, and doesn’t even bother to say hello. She just picks up a wrench and joins him.

#word search game #tumblr meme

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sigmastolen · 4 years

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@major-trouble replied to your photo “did i mention that i baked fig newtons from scratch?”

HOLY SHIT. Those look amazing. I am Extremely Impressed. Please mail me some <3

@evilasiangenius replied to your photo “did i mention that i baked fig newtons from scratch?”

omg how? this looks beautiful. are you sure you don't secretly have a factory in your kitchen? @_@

thank you! the secret is the angle -- end-on, it’s harder to see how lopsided they are ;) they’re pretty good, although in the future i want to adjust the cookie-to-filling ratio in favor of the filling, which might mean rolling the dough thinner and then having scraps left over? i also used dried mission figs as the recipe suggested for this round, but i’d like to try it with fresh green figs when they’re in season (we get them from a neighbor’s tree), because i prefer the flavor. not sure what i’d have to do to get the correct texture from those, though...

@kirkypet replied to your post “no blocking no lining we die like men knitted with more enthusiasm...”

AMAYYYYZING

@hedwig-dordt reblogged your post and added:

WOW! Good job!

thank youuuu! it was a fool’s errand to be sure but i like how it came out, and it has definitely improved my chair.

#chitchat #major trouble #evilasiangenius #kirkypet #hedwig dordt

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kirkypet · 1 year

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Fic update!

Chapter 12 of American Kids is up. I’m off to make a new cast list poster since Audrey gets a her speaking role in this one

#american gods #American gods fic #blatant self promotion #fic update #American kids

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ravynfyre · 5 years

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there was something just so.... fitting about this particular bit of kismet on my dash....

#v8roadworrier #kirkypet

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so-shiny-so-chrome · 6 years

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Witness: KirkyPet

Creator name (AO3): KirkyPet

Creator name (Tumblr): kirkypet

Link to creator works: https://archiveofourown.org/users/KirkyPet/works

Q: Why the Mad Max Fandom?

A: I was actually quite fixated on Fury Road after watching it on DVD. I didn’t expect to particularly like it - I’d never seen the previous Mad Max movies (I finally have!) - but I was transfixed. And I didn’t particularly ship Furiosa and Max until the haemothorax/transfusion scene (although then I very much did). There were just so many layers of detail and backstory there waiting to be explored, because so little was actually said or explained. It’s like a neutron star of fic-fodder. And I didn’t discover ao3 til summer 2016 so I spent a full year wandering around like a lost soul. So, yeah. Quite a huge deal for me really.

Q: What do you think are some defining aspects of your work? Do you have a style? Recurrent themes?

A: Music. Minor characters looking on and commenting on the protagonists (big fan of Thomas Hardy’s more comedic efforts, where this happens a lot). Reasonably happy endings.

Q: Which of your works was the most fun to create? The most difficult? Which is your most popular? Most successful? Your favourite overall?

A: Maybe the small town modern AU (Ordinary People), because it was a nice change from the Wasteland setting. I’m not very Wasteland-minded at all. But the Bladerunner AU (Do Androids Dream etc) and the new Firefly AU are lots of fun because the two sets of movie worlds mesh together way better than I’d expected.

The most difficult? - My Wasteland headcanon stuff. It’s too fluffy and not remotely violent which doesn’t really ring true. I’m very aware that my Furiosa is hardly ever violent, or my Max particularly mad. But that’s the great thing about fanfiction - the infinite versions of characters and scenarios. Surprisingly the Blues Brothers AU is quite tricky. I can’t quite make Jake Blues and Furiosa the same person. But it’s an excuse to listen to great tunes. And Jessie will make a comeback in that one though (she’s not dead, I should make that clear).

On the old kudos-to-hits ratio, the Firefly AU is taking off surprisingly well, but it’s quite smut-focused so that might well account for it ;) early days yet. Bladerunner AU is doing well for a multi-chapter. Up Around The Bend (an oldie, the escape from the Citadel) is hanging in there.

Most successful? I’m happy enough with all of them, except maybe I Kissed A Girl. Please don’t read that. Favourite overall - It’s a toss-up between Ordinary People (a chance to explore my headcanon in a modern small town setting) and the Bladerunner AU (it makes me weep).

Q: How do you like your wasteland? Gritty? Hopeful? Campy? Soft? Why?

A: Hopeful and silly and everyone has access to a record player somehow. This is why I stick to writing AUs these days. But I’ll happily read all of the above!!! And entirely intend to!

Q: Walk us through your creative process from idea to finished product. What's your prefered environment for creating? How do you get through rough patches?

A: Watch a film, browse tumblr, listen to music, get an idea. Have a good think about it, think about it some more, find a starting point, write it down, go from there. Maybe stick a draft on tumblr if I’m not sure if it’s going to fly. Write it anyway.

For OCs, figure out what someone looks like. That’s weirdly essential for me. Zal (Furiosa’s Dad) is Ed Harris, Young Val (Furiosa and Max’s grownup daughter) is Alicia Vikander and Toots (rescued-kid-turned-Wasteland-son-in-law) is Didier Drogba (bit of a blast from the past but hey). I was getting nowhere with Blues Mothers Jessie until I recast her as Sofia Boutella (because if Max is getting a generational update, she needs one too). And Firefly AU’s Mister Jobassa is Jakob Oftebro. All very pretty people, but what are you gonna do? But they’re only these people in MY head - they can be whoever the reader wants them to be. Oh, and Pin from Ordinary People was 100% an actual real tour guide I met on holiday once.

Preferred environment? Usually while half asleep in bed, or walking, or In the gym, or watching tv - world building seems to be something that happens away from the keyboard. Writing itself is exclusively on my phone so can and does happen anywhere at all. Rough patches are usually caused by guilt that I’m not spending enough time on the day job :P

Q: What (if any) music do you listen to for help getting those creative juices flowing?

A: I listen to music all the time anyway, mainly upbeat pre-90s tunes. Disco, funk, ska, motown, anything like that. And it always find its way into the writing. Sometimes artificially (where I’m on a song-lyrics-as-title theme - it took ages for some of the Wasteland fics) but most times it can help shape the story in a BIG way. I can’t listen to certain songs now without reliving a chapter or a whole fic - Dionne Warwick’s Do You Know The Way To San José is Bladerunner!Furiosa’s Green Place song, and Ash’s Angel Interceptor is StarTrek!Max’s flying music - it’s noisy enough but also speaks to me about a longing to not be alone in the universe. Concrete and Clay is smalltown!Max’s bittersweet lament for Jessie and Twistin’ The Night Away is the final party scene in Cheedo’s update of The Rivals. Some fics wouldn’t have been written at all if it wasn’t for a particular song. The Black Keys’ Heavy Soul was my original Wasteland Furiosa/Max ship theme back in 2015, before I’d even heard of ao3 - that’s the closest I’ve come to a song fic. Caleb was only Caleb because of a line in Symarip’s Skinhead Moonstomp, and I was so desperate to write a fic with Leo Sayer’s You Make Me Feel Like Dancing In it that it was the final excuse for a whole modern mirrorverse to my Wasteland headcanon series. Bet you’re sorry you asked now. But I’ll have to go and put together a Kirkyverse OST list.

Q: What is your biggest challenge as a creator?

A: To put the damn thing down and walk away. To not assume it’s awful if I don’t get a kudos in the first thirty hits. Thumb cramp from phone-typing.

Q: How have you grown as a creator through your participation in the Mad Max Fandom? How has your work changed? Have you learned anything about yourself?

A: I didn’t write at all before the Mad Max fandom. Apart from a ghost story when I was about seven (it did win a prize tbh) and a truly god awful Stephen King rip-off when I was fourteen (which makes me nauseous from embarrassment when I think of it). So a fair bit, it’d probably be fair to say. It would be impossible not to, you know, from zero :) My work has changed from spinoffs of inspirational fics (thanks Squid!) to ‘well, I suppose I’ve got a head canon, let’s see if I can make this work’ to ‘goddammit I’ll finish this if it kills me’. Then I missed my exit on the Roundabout of Fic Endings and had to go round again in a modern AU mirror verse. Now it’s all movie mashups, which is lots of fun and probably never-ending. During which time I have learned that crossovers are my favourite to write. And that writing fanfic is probably not a temporary fad :)

Q: Which character do you relate to the most, and how does that affect your approach to that character? Is someone else your favourite to portray? How has your understanding of these characters grown through portraying them?

A: I don’t really have a favourite tbh. They’re all their own people and do their own thing. Writing them is very dependent on their environment, and it’s often surprising how they behave and where they end up. It feels a bit like they’re on Whose Line Is It Anyway?

Q: Do you ever self-insert, even accidentally?

A: Hah yes. The first one was Zephyr the annoying visitor in Witches and Ogres. Young Val’s social awkwardness in As was very much on loan from me.

Q: Do you have any favourite relationships to portray? What interests you about them?Furiosa and Max are pretty much always there - sometimes it’s probably platonic, and sometimes there’s a third person involved (nothing posted yet but but but). It depends on the fic.

Q: Do you prefer to create in one defined chronology or do your works stand alone? Why or why not?

A: One big long chronology for the headcanon series (childhood to old age), then a whole bunch of little universes for everything else.

Q: To break or not to break canon? Why?

A: Not to break, as much as I can. But it depends.

Q: Share some headcanons.

A: Furiosa was never actually a wife - she was captured but dodged the whole Vault experience. Max is the original Max, of Jessie and Sprog fame. Toecutter was Joe’s younger self - he scooted around on motorbikes and raised hell before deciding to settle down and take the Citadel. AU Toast and Dag are twins (from a shady mob family). Furiosa’s Dad is a friendly Wasteland bandit.

Q: If you work with OCs walk us through your process for creating them. Who are some of your favourites?

A: They’re supplementary characters who make the plots fit together, and sources of conflict or humour (usually both). I think I like Ordinary People’s Alexa and Mallory best. Although the Irish War Boy crew in Beyond the Pale were fun to write. Ace’s trio of love interests (Brick, Big Dave and Caleb/Pin) are a consistent theme. Sometimes I steal characters from other sources (stand up Christopher Brookmyre) when it’s convenient.

Q: What sparks your many wonderful AUs?

A: Movies, tv, gifs, tumblr prompts and general chitchat (thankyou btw!!!)

Q: A lot of your fics are light-hearted and hopeful, which is great to see for the apocalyptic Mad Max world. Your thoughts on that? What is it about the characters that inspires you to reframe them?

A: I just really like comedy and am committed to winkling it into every fictional scenario whether it’s appropriate or not. Glad people don’t hate it!

Q: Who are some works by other creators inside and outside of the fandom that have influenced your work?

A: Well, it was Squid’s ( @sacrificethemtothesquid )Length and Breadth of Fury Road that got me out of the starting blocks! Christopher Brookmyre’s The Sacred Art of Stealing was a big influence on my headcanon series, as was a particular Coronation Street storyline from some years back :)

Q: Tell us about a current WIP or planned project.

A: Blues Brothers AU series (Sweet Home Chicago) -Wasteland Star Trek First Contact AU (Angel Interceptor) -Firefly AU (Our Mister Jobassa) -His Dark Materials AU (unnamed as yet, just brewing in my head, hope it just stays there for the meantime) -Will combine all the headcanon works into one long fic sometime. That’s everything from Witches and Ogres through to Ordinary People. Probably be called ‘All the Things that I’ve Done’ (basically the two lives of Furiosa: Wasteland and mirrorverse).

Thank you @kirkypet

#Mad Max Fandom Creator Spotlight #Mad Max Fandom Spotlight #mad max fanfic #mad max fanfic author spotlight #fury road fandom #fury road fanfic #kirkypet

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evilasiangenius · 2 years

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Word Search

I was tagged by @kirkypet to do a word search in my fics for BREATHE, PAUSE and BOTHER.

Some selections from the current Good Omens series, Mistakes Were Made.

BREATHE (from Mistakes Were Made: The Book of Crowley)

“I would be lying if I said that I never had the same ideas before,” Crowley admitted. “The things I said to Asmodeus about trying to make you fall...they weren’t all lies. Besides, I can’t lie to him. Not very well, at least. He knows me too well. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t believe it on some level.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

Crowley shrugged, but then remembered that Aziraphale could not have overheard his conversation with the Prince of Hell. “It would have been a coup, if I could have corrupted you into falling. They would have made me a Duke of Hell if I could have pulled it off. I would have had my own division and everything. Middle management. And then you’d be right down there with me, but...I couldn’t do it. You would have hated working for Asmodeus, even more than you hate working for Gabriel. And...it wouldn’t have been worth it. I couldn’t live, knowing I damaged you.”

“Oh.”

“So here we are. Two idiots trying to pull off the impossible.” Crowley drank down her wine to the lees and nearly tossed them to the ground before remembering that the Persians did not play kottabos.

“Really, you think it’s impossible?” Aziraphale breathed, or remembered to breathe more like, realizing how close he had come to danger from Crowley, just as Crowley had come close to danger from him.

“Heard of anyone falling since...well, since the Fall? And that was eons ago. Ages before the creation of this world. Lots of time and worlds since, and you don’t see any new faces Downstairs or hear of anyone demoted so far that they end up on the top rung of Hell. Well, not you know, being in charge of anything, but the rungs are reversed and-”

“Right, I understand what you mean. You’ve put some thought into this, haven’t you?”

“Sometimes there’s nothing to do but think, and it’s better to think about the big problems of existence than your own specific problems of existence,” Crowley said coolly. “More wine?”

PAUSE (from Mistakes Were Made: The Symposiums)

“Beautiful youth, why don’t you have a seat?”

Aziraphale smiled to himself, feeling a thrill of excitement; it was obvious that Crowley didn’t recognize him in disguise. He wondered how long it would take Crowley to notice, and decided to play along. “This symposium is full to the brim so I can’t stay too long. I’m just seeing if a friend is here.”

Crowley took a deep breath through her mouth, running air over her tongue. “Come on, sit with me while you look. If you don’t see him, perhaps your friend has stepped outside for some fresh air and will be back soon. Have a rest, relax. A young man like you has probably been running around all night without a pause, going from party to party.” Crowley’s mouth moved into the hint of a smile, and Aziraphale shrugged.

“Something like that. I suppose I could rest my feet.” He looked around. “Is anyone watching?”

“Nah,” Crowley. She gestured for him to sit, patting the supper couch. “Your reputation is safe with me. Here, come and relax. Recline with me, Angel, and have some wine.”

“Oh, thank you,” Aziraphale said with a smile, realizing that Crowley had recognized him despite the disguise.

“’Wine, o dear boy, and Truth,’” Crowley quoted, pressing the deep bell-shaped stryphos to Aziraphale’s hand. “The truth always comes out in the end, doesn’t it?”

“Certainly. Thank you Crowley,” Aziraphale said and took a sip, making a face when he realized the wine was neat. “Did they not mix this yet? What kind of party is this, that they’re drinking wine unmixed?” He set the cup back down on the low table.

Crowley took a deep breath, tasting the air with the tip of a forked tongue. “These flowers are nice,” she said.

“Oh thank you, I’m rather fond of the crocuses myself.”

“They’re beautiful, but you know they give you away,” Crowley said. “Not even the right season for crocuses. Hasn’t anyone commented on them yet, Angel?”

“No, not really. I’m surprised myself…?” Aziraphale paused, noticing that something unusual. The party had grown quiet, very quiet, and it seemed they had slipped into a resonant space where their voices echoed bell-like in the deep stillness, slightly out of phase with the rest of reality. “Is something wrong? What are you doing?”

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong, darling,” Crowley said with a smirk. “Nothing at all.”

BOTHER (from Mistakes Were Made: The Epic of Gilgamesh)

“Not safe at all traveling these days.”

“No, not safe at all.” Crawley scowled. “Hasn't been safe for a long time. Especially if you're traveling alone. They can really surprise you sometimes, popping out of cunning hiding places. Can't always spot them coming. Did you know that it's much easier looking like what the humans call a man? Most they do is try to rob you.”

“Oh yes. I learned that the hard way early on. I've been carried off more than once in a local war or raid you know. Dreadful. Nearly got discorporated more than once. I don't know what they thought I was,” Aziraphale made a face. “I've found it's better to look and dress like, you know, what you said, what they call a man. Been doing it for some time now. That way there's less bother and trouble.”

“Clever. But it shouldn't have to be that way. I should be allowed to go about the world as I am without bother and trouble.” Crawley tossed back curling locks that gleamed dark copper in the sunlight. “You know what's really outrageous? Once you stand next to a man and look like property yourself, then there's less of a chance of getting carried off like so many camels and goats.”

“That is outrageous!” Aziraphale exclaimed. “Everyone should be allowed to walk about as they will without being...property. Wait, is that why you're walking so close to me?”

Tagging @spodumene and @thelaithlyworm with TREMBLE, SOFT, and TASTE

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #writing #uintentiona #unintentional reverse order of chronology #mistakes were made #two times that it was crowley and one time that it wasn't

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