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ok but. can we talk about dog for a second.
like. he was literally created to bring about destruction and doom. and yet, through a simple act, he changed forever. he was introduced to the world he was meant to destroy, and, instead of reacting with aggression, he was curious about it, about the creatures in it. he learned how to play, how to love.
and it just. gives me a lot of Feelings™
#good omens#good omens dog#good omens meta#i have a fear of dogs#BUT THIS ONE IS AN EXCEPTION#rambling
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"and there never was an apple, in adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it."
originally drawn may 2022
#good omens#good omens fanart#good omens adam#good omens adam young#adam young#good omens dog#catmi art#i love adam a lot btw#he is probably my favorite character#besides the ineffables#so prepare to see a lot of him from me
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Good Omens supporting character-related AO3 tags with great potential, for which it is a travesty that they are so underutilized as to be non-canonized:
Anathema's Bread Knife
Newt's Technology Curse
Madame Tracy and Sergeant Shadwell's Bungalow
POV Greasy Johnson
The Johnsonites
POV Agnes Nutter
POV R. P. Tyler
Tadfield Has Perfect Weather
Dog is a Good Boy
Anathema's PhD
...And doubtless many more, so feel free to add other should-be tags to the list and I might try to write for them!
#good omens#book omens#supporting characters#anathema device#newton pulsifer#madame tracy#sergeant shadwell#greasy johnson#the johnsonites#agnes nutter#r. p. tyler#tadfield#good omens dog#dandelion says
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Ineffable May 2024, Day 4: Disaster Puppy
Rated General Audience
Dog stood on the edge of the cliff overlooking his kingdom. No, that wasn’t quite right. Kingdom was the word that humans used. What would the Appointed Hound of The Great Beast rule over? His Alphadom? Ugh, that didn’t work either. Domain? Yes! That’s it! Dog’s Domain!
Below the Ruler of All He Sees, a valley lay in shadow. The piteous mewls of downtrodden and defeated cats echo against the walls. Nowhere in the depths of the barren gorge could they find a patch of grass warmed by an afternoon sunbeam. Nor were there plates of cream* or bowls of crunchy kibble. In a moment of benevolence, the Will of the Son Made Manifest had provided them with an abundance of small creatures to chase. However, the little weasels and moles and rats could never be caught. No matter how skillfully the feline hunters stalked their prey, no matter how precisely they pounced, their quarry would always escape at the last second. A minute tuft of fluff caught under a claw would be their only reward.
The Chosen Eternal Companion looked out upon his works, and saw that they were good. Or, bad? Either way, they were pleasing to his sight. The wind on the cliff ruffled his fur and brought the satisfying scent of sad cat to his nose. He breathed in deep, enjoying it.
Wait.
There was something else there, too.
The air shifted, coming at him from his back. A feral, musky odor pricked his danger sense. A raspy growl drowned out the distant meows. Dog twirled around, his hackles raised to scare off whatever had snuck up on him. A white face with two strong, vertical lines stared back at him. It was the badger from the field next to the apple orchard! The larger animal curled its lips, revealing two rows of menacing teeth. Dog returned the gesture, preparing to defend his domain.
The rat-a-tat-tattle of a falling pebble sounded from the cliff face just behind him. Unwilling to turn his back on the threat in front of him, Dog glanced over his shoulder. Two triangular ears crested the rim, followed by a pair of bright green eyes and a whiskered muzzle. A smaller one appeared beside it, its little nose wiggling and tiny squeaks sounding angry.
Dog glanced from the approaching badger to the crowd of cats and rodents emerging from the rift, and knew that there was no winning this battle. Even a Goodest and Bravest Boy of the Most Highest Order understands the value of a tactical retreat. Terrier-sized legs propelled him across the field, narrowly escaping snapping jaws and grasping paws. Dog ran, but inside he vowed to return to his domain one day and claim what was rightfully his once again.
“Oh look, he must be dreaming. Isn’t that cute, Arthur?” Mr. Young managed a monosyllabic affirmative noise from behind his morning paper. Deirdra smiled as she shook her head and turned to her son. “What do you think he’s doing, Adam? Maybe chasing a rabbit?” The boy looked down at the little dog gently kicking his back paw in his sleep. Calmly, he answered his mother.
“No, definitely not.”
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*Please don’t give dairy to cats.
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Want to play along? Check out the prompt list from @blairamok.
#ineffable may#ineffable may 2024#good omens#good omens fanfic#good omens fanfiction#good omens dog#ficlet#writing prompt
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A thing I've never understood: why does Dog get scared of Adam and run away? Shouldn't he be the only thing that ISN'T scared of Adam?
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Please read the book if literally just for Dog's internal monolog. It's too fucking funny.
#this tiny little dog unironically says 'theres no bitches in hell'#cursing tw#tw cursing#good omens book#good omens#good omens dog#~ finnick
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Definitely not a hellhound, no siree!
Ineffable May 22- Dog
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6th Drawtober
Dog the (domestic?) Hellhound and the light of his life, Adam, from Good Omens.
#drawing#chasingmypen/castingmysilver#black and white#fantasy#fanart#pen#art#dogs#good omens dog#good omens#hellhound#drawtober#october art challenge
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Day 25
Prompt: hellhound
#good omentober#good omens#good omens fanart#good omens art#hellhound#good omens dog#inktober#good boy
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Ineffable May Days 21 "The Them", 22 "Dog", and 26 "Chattering Order"!
❗️⚠️tw: slight gore!!⚠️❗️
I'll put em all in order eventually-!
#the sparrow drawzzz#good omens fanart#good omens#ineffable may#sister mary loquacious#the them#good omens dog#tw: slight gore#tw: blood
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Form Shapes Nature
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,338
Prompt: A twirling-you-around hug
Characters: Dog, Adam
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The hellhound, newly-christened as “Dog,” was not used to seeing the world from this angle. Before his Naming, he had towered over most lesser creatures, and could knock a full-sized demon to the ground with one good leap. Now, he was so low to the ground that everything else looked twice as big, and his short legs had to move twice as fast to keep pace with his new master.
If his master wished Dog to take this small size, Dog was happy to obey. They didn’t quite understand the point of it, though. Surely it would be easier to subjugate all the peoples of Earth with a massive, intimidating beast by his side? Surely his new master would want Dog to be able to knock his enemies flat and rip out their throats, instead of jumping uselessly at their knees? Did dog really need to be so small that a solid kick could send him flying?
He was obviously missing something. His master had said he wanted a dog he could have “fun” with. Dog didn’t know what this “fun” was, or how it fit into his master’s plan for world domination. Maybe that would become clear in time.
His master reached a flat road and walked alongside it. Dog padded dutifully by his side, and his master’s lackeys followed behind him, talking about something in human language. “They’ve got to let me keep him,” said Dog’s master, in response to something. He looked down at Dog with an expression Dog hadn’t seen in Hell, baring his teeth without any aggression. “Look, he’s already bonded with me. And he’s really well-behaved. Aren’t you, boy?” he crouched down to ruffle the fur on Dog’s head. “You won’t pee on the carpets or dig up mum’s flowers, will you?”
If that was what his master wished, then no, Dog certainly wouldn’t. Once he learned what “carpets” were, he’d make sure to avoid peeing on them. And he’d be careful to only dig up other people’s flowers.
One of his master’s lackeys said something. Dog’s master turned to snap back, “He can too understand. Can’t you, boy?”
Dog barked in agreement, though it came out as more of a yip, now that his voice had lost its deep, intimidating growl. Of course he understood his master. They were bonded, and he needed to be able to understand the commands he was given. But when the other humans spoke, it just sounded like noise.
“See? He’s smart,” said Dog’s master. “Don’t listen to him,” he added in an aside to Dog. “He’s just jealous ‘cause I got the best birthday present ever. No one’s gonna send you away, don’t worry.”
The very idea of anyone separating Dog from his master was absurd. As if his master would let them.
The group followed the road down to a street lined with houses, surrounded by fenced yards. Dog’s master stopped at one of these and opened the gate. “Come on, boy,” he said to Dog, holding it open. “This is home now.”
Dog’s home had always been Hell. But then, now that he’d found his master, home was wherever his master happened to be. Dog yipped and trotted through the gate into a green, fenced-in space. The lackeys followed.
The door of the house opened and another human came out. A human much larger than Dog’s master. Dog stood at attention. Was this an enemy? A threat?
She made the same face Dog’s master had made earlier, showing teeth without aggression, and spoke to the four of them. Then her gaze landed on Dog, and she hid her teeth again. She spoke, and an uneasy tension came over the group. Ah, Dog understood. This was the human they thought might try to separate him from his master. Well, his master would soon put her in her place.
“This is Dog,” said Dog’s master, crouching down beside him to ruffle his fur. “I found him in the woods, and he followed me home. Can I keep him? Please? He doesn’t have a collar, and he’s really well-behaved.”
Dog tilted his head, confused. His master was…asking for permission? To keep what was already rightfully his? Was this also part of his plan to lay waste to the world, or did he have a different plan that Dog didn’t know about?
The big human looked uncertain. They looked thoughtful for a moment, then said something and went back inside. When the door closed behind her, the lackeys started talking in hushed voices.
“She didn’t say no,” said Dog’s master. “And if she didn’t, my dad definitely won’t.”
The lackeys didn’t seem to agree. Dog barked to silence them. Before his Naming, his bark had been like a thunderclap, sharp and deafening. Now, nobody paid him any mind. He tried barking more, in case that would help, but his master turned to him and said, “Quiet.” Dog let out an embarrassed whine and obeyed.
The big human re-emerged from the house a moment later with an even bigger human. This bigger human squatted down in front of Dog and offered a hand for him to sniff. He didn’t smell unfriendly. There were traces of something sweet on his fingers, which Dog licked off.
“His name’s Dog,” said his master. Dog looked up at him. “See, he already knows his name! Look at how friendly he is, he won’t be any trouble. And it is my birthday.”
The big human who was still standing by the door let out a sigh. The bigger human straightened up and turned to her. They talked in low voices for a moment. The big human shrugged, and the bigger human motioned to Adam, and then the big human nodded.
Dog’s master straightened, his face lighting up. “So I can keep him?”
The big human adopted a stern expression and said something else to Dog’s master. Then he nodded as well.
“Yesss!” Dog’s master ran forward and threw his arms around both big humans. They hugged him back. “Thank you, thank you! I promise he’ll be the best dog ever!”
Dog’s master’s excitement was so infectious that Dog could no longer stand still. He yipped and started running around the little yard, circling his master and the two big humans and jumping at their knees. He was too small to knock them over even a little bit, but that was for the best. His master seemed to care an awful lot about their opinions, so Dog would make sure to never hurt them.
“You hear that, boy?” Dog’s master let go of the other two humans and knelt down to his level. “I get to keep you, and you’ll be my dog, and we’ll go on the best adventures!”
With another yip, Dog jumped up at his master’s chest. To his surprise, his master caught him and lifted him high up in the air. That was a new experience. Dog had never been small enough to be lifted up like this. If it was anyone else, it would have been terrifying. Dog would have thrashed to get away before he could be hurt, even if it meant falling the now-considerable distance to the ground.
But it wasn’t just anyone, it was his master, which meant Dog was safe. The arms around him were there to support him, not hurt him. He stretched up to lick at his master’s face, and his master laughed and spun around until Dog felt dizzy. Dog buried his nose in his master’s chest. His tail flipped happily back and forth, and now that it was short and fuzzy, it couldn’t raise burning welts in his master’s skin. Which was lucky, because Dog couldn’t have made it stop moving if he wanted to.
So this was why his master had wanted a little dog. This was “fun.” Dog understood now. They didn’t have anything like this in Hell, so his master must be very wise to know about it. This was much, much more important than world domination.
#good omens fanfic#good omens ficlet#good omens dog#hugfest 2024#the last hug!!!!!#can I get a wahoo!!!!#twenty count 'em TWENTY hugs :)#whew ok I need to take a lil break from writing now#this is also the first time I've run against Ao3's tag limit hehe oops#the price to pay for trying to write so many side characters#luckily this was the last one#cyankelpie's fic
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Behold, Adam Young. The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is Called Dragon, Prince of-- For God's sake of many other bloody names...
(and Mr. & Mrs. Young's son).
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Spot the good boi c:
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Day Twenty-two: Dog
Just Adam and Dog hanging out.
Without the big Dog:
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Long, long ago (almost exactly a year ago, in fact), it was March 2022 and I wrote a bunch of daily Good Omens fics for @kedreeva's March Flash Fiction prompts.
...And then, as seems to be a habit of mine, I did not get around to posting them all.
But I'm diving back into the posting now! And so, originally written for the prompt "I was following you!" have a post-canon scene with the Them. 700 words, rated G.
Just Walk Beside Me (And Be My Friends)
Pepper had a weird dream last night, she tells the Them...
"That’s all? Just us following Adam somewhere?” Brian was unimpressed. “That’s not weird.”
“Yeah,” Wensley agreed. “It’s just normal, actually. We follow Adam to places all the time.”
“I know we do,” Pepper snapped. “Of course we do.” She bit moodily into the core of her apple, chewed, and spit out the seeds. When her mouth was eventually available for other usage again, she said slowly, uneasily, “But… but in the dream, we didn’t want to.”
#good omens#good omens fanfiction#the them#adam young#pepper#wensleydale#brian#good omens dog#fanfiction#dandelion fics#march flash fiction
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