Just finished the first draft of Ch.10 of my Good Omens fic All Roads Lead Back. This chapter is a bit different because it's mostly backstory of a new OC. I thought of the idea like a month ago and I knew exactly how I was going to introduce her. I'm hoping to have it locked and posted w/in the next couple of days. So, here's a little excerpt:
Once upon a time an Angel was sent to a small town about an hours' drive outside of London to monitor and protect the local squirrel population until further notice. Why? Well, the longer she remained there, the more she suspected literally no reason at all besides Gabriel’s desire to show the Almighty what a tight ship he was running. Everyone occupied with tasks and missions. Or maybe the pompous dick just didn’t like her. A squirrel or two occasionally stopped to socialise, but mostly they just squirrelled about in proper squirrel fashion and paid her no mind.
Her only escape from the boredom was gardening and music. When weather allowed, she would fling open the doors and windows of her small cottage and blast Fleetwood Mac, Bowie, Blondie, or whatever, whilst she tending to flowerbeds. Generally no one complained about this habit of hers because the homes in her village had a decent amount of space between them, so it wasn't like she was blowing out anyone’s eardrums. Besides, they all appreciated her taste in music. With one exception.
. . . “The Sex Pistols were not well received,” the Angel says with a giggle as Aziraphale and Crowley listen to her story with tingling curiosity. “So I removed them from my gardening soundtrack rotation right away.”
“That was very polite of you,” Aziraphale says with a smart nod, quite certain he also would not appreciate the musical stylings of a band called The Sex Pistols.
. . . One day the Angel was weeding between the peonies and primrose when a handsome young man who often roamed about with his dog wandered over to the fence around her little patch of the world. “No music today?” He asked with a gentle smile.
“Nah. I need to replace the needle on my record player, it scratched up Miles Davis pretty bad the other day. But I probably should have replaced it ages ago, so. Joke’s on me.”
“Bummer.” The man’s smile went from gentle to shy. “I, uh, when I take Pippin out for walks I usually go by this place just to hear what you’re playing. You have killer taste.”
“I get that a lot.” Something about the man’s smile made her insides feel warm.
“Have you heard of Cyndi Lauper? She’s pretty new.”
The Angel flipped through her mental catalogue and came up empty. “Ummmmm, I don’t think so.”
“You should check her out. She’s got, like, the most unique voice.”
“I’ll add it to my list.” Ask his name! She shouted at herself with a bizarre urgency she didn’t quite understand. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”
“Allan. And I already know your name-not in a creepy way!” He yelped the moment he said the words and heard how they sounded. “But, you’re, y’know the Garden Music Girl. You’re kinda . . . known. Around here. In general.”
The Angel didn’t know what to say. She bit the corner of her lip as her insides got even warmer and she wondered what Allan’s favourite food was. If it’s pizza I know a great spot, I could take him there. And maybe a pint at Salty Dog if he-
“I am so stupid!” Allan interrupted her inner dialogue. “Christ, what an idiot! I can get you a great deal on a new needle. Or hell, a whole new player if you want. My family runs a record shop in London.”
. . . . “Zoe!” Aziraphale cuts off the story with a sharp gasp when he makes the connection, then turns to Crowley. “Darling, this is Maggie’s mother!”
Crowley tilts an ear closer to Aziraphale, wondering if perhaps he misheard. “How’s that?”
A fond expression washes over Zoe’s face as she thinks back on her mortal days. “It took me a minute to realise I was in love with Allan but as soon as I did, unplugging from Heaven so we could grow old together and have kids was the easiest decision I ever made.”
“And as a human, you never . . .”
“Nope.” Zoe shook her head. “I had no idea you were an Angel. To me you were just the sweet, quirky guy who owned our building."
********to read Chapter One, go HERE
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Moon-kissed child of Hircine: / Accept mine proffered blessing do / So thou wilt never flee or rue. / From faun to fear-bringer, / Nadir to night-singer / Even the odds and return those who huntest thou to basest parts / Hearts and all.
My Skyrim Dragonborn, Vakna True-Thunder shortly after turning an unlucky band of highwaymen into a three-course meal. Wanted to make an illustration alluding to her history with lycanthropy and the Daedric Prince of Prey over the course of a decade. After all, where is the sport in hunting an unarmed prisoner on the run--a young messenger for the Jarl of Windhelm himself who had yet to see even her sixteenth winter? The pursuing Dominion jailers and hounds never had any intention of playing fair, blood moon or not, so Hircine offered the desperate girl the power to even these odds and make his forest a proper hunting ground once more. And in years since, she has certainly never let this power go to waste.
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"she was my best friend in the whole wide universe. i absolutely love her. oh. mmm. do i say things like that now? she's so ordinary, she's brilliant." currently going absolutely feral over donna noble, temp from chiswick, making the same choice over and over again, and holding the doctor to his mark over and over again. donna noble who, in the fires of pompeii, made that choice to sacrifice pompeii for the world --- who saw her world burn around her just as the doctor saw gallifrey burn around him
donna noble who made the doctor save just someone. who still chose to be kind and brave and human and loving even in her grief and heartbreak -- donna who crashes back into the doctor's life for a third time and shows him through her choices that this is the doctor. not a god, just someone ordinary. someone scared and flawed and fallible, but someone who ultimately tries anyway. someone who despite and in spite and because of the broken world still cares enough to try and save it
and the doctor. the doctor, who doesn't know who he really is anymore, who spent the past hundreds of years without donna -- the doctor, who said virtue is virtue in extremis. without witness and without reward -- he finally tells her, no.
no, this isn't who the doctor is. this is who donna turned the doctor into. this is who he is because of her. and it's finally time to make amends
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After fleeing from Monster's Basin to a new settlement by a river in a temperate forest, Buckeye and Magic Man's sapling child is safely planted. Now we can breathe easy as we build a new home for ourselves from the ground up.
First things first, our beloved T'au baby is now our beloved T'au adult! Happy birthday Pro!!
She has matured with the 'heavy sleeper' trait, which means she can now share a room with restless, nyctophobic Bella without issue. As soon as we can, we'll get Euclid to make some proper T'au fatigues and armour. I am going to enjoy drawing tall, lanky, air-caste T'au shenanigans.
The first two randomly generated names for the settlement were "Isk", which sounded too much like "Ick", and "Wessleton", which made me think of that annoying guy from Disney's 'Frozen'.
Fortunately, the third option was "Loyalty's Meander," which was very nice and thematic. After all, loyalty drove us to abandon Monster's Basin and come here, and the new settlement is set on a pretty meandering river—it's the perfect name!
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