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actual-changeling · 7 months

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i woke up this morning and now i'm like this send help

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ivereadthemanual · 5 months

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I want them...

#angelfish #ineffable administration #good omens dagon #good omens michael #michael x dagon #dagon x michael #not super happy with it #but I have to get it out of my system #I did a thing

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windsweptinred · 7 months

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You know what I absolutely adore about the Good Omens fandom... With a few minor exceptions, most of the major characters in the show are played by actors who are 40, 50 plus. Meaning most of the ships I've seen are the same. They're out there normalising older people in love in fandom with obsessive abandon! And I love it. Well done Good Omens fandom. Gold stars for everyone!

#good omens #good omens fandom #ineffable husbands #ineffable administration #ineffable bureaucracy #Stamps A* on your fandom test #Are you seeing this fandom class #You could all learn from this

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sentientsky · 2 months

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here, have a little angelfish ficlet (ft. lots of queer yearning. also. “be gay, do crime” vibes)

It's all the same; a slow, monotonous dragging of time through liminal space. There had never been room enough for shifting tides or changing winds—no room to stretch one's wings. Because Heaven, by its very nature, is antiseptic. Pure autoclave, all pressure and steam and the absence of touch. That's part of the deal. You want to keep the wings? The halo? Well, then, you have to learn to live under the fluorescent glare of a silent god.

It's all the same, save for the slippery red heat of Michael's heart hurling itself staccato against her breastbone. In truth, it’s a heart that doesn’t really need to beat—that doesn’t need to exist at all, save for her inclination to feel the heavy weight of it writhing in her chest. In a way she doesn’t quite yet understand, she wants proof. She wants to feel her pulse, feel it move in a way that leaves a mark, bruises flesh.

She sits with her hands folded, one pressed over top of the other. From afar, it might even look as though she’s praying (it might look as though she’s holy, still held firm in the Mother's grasp). She breathes in. Slow, tentative—as though the air might carry unspoken words out and away from her. There’s a certain chilling numbness that creeps up on you when you’ve lived this way for so long; a buzzing static that burns from the base of your skull, all the way down to the backs of your knees, your calves—the place where your feet hit the ground running (always running, always dying to get out even as you lean into the punches). It’s the feeling of living in the hollowed-out limbs of a corpse, of walking around with waxen, rotting flesh and a smile that stretches slightly too far to be genuine.

And yet, now, for once, her body is no longer whirring—no longer silently humming with agitation or the drive to propel herself forward and up, ever up. For once, she’s still, save for the thrashing in her throat. She breathes out. She rolls words around in her mouth: flashpoint, epiphany—whispers them like a prayer spoken to no one—lightning strike, catalyst. A thread pulled so taut, it cuts to marrow. Breathe in, breathe out. Keep the pace, hold the line. Adjust to the status quo. But the status quo has never looked so unappealing. Because, she realizes, if someone had asked her to paint the slope of a silver-blue throat, or the upturned palm of a scaled hand, she could do it with her eyes closed. She could do it in complete darkness, at the edge of existence. Of this she was nearly certain.

--- It had taken place in the corridors that stretch from one end of infinity to the next; a slicing wound driven between the ribs of the universe. And it had been innocuous, really—a passing glance, at first. And then an icy nod, the turn of a jaw towards the stale light. The brush of shoulders, and the ache that bloomed in her at the touch. Time wore on, kingdoms rose and fell. The sea drew towards the shore, Michael’s eyes drew towards a too-sharp mouth. In their own fragment of purgatory made heaven made something completely new, she and Dagon exchanged rasped whispers—hushed murmurings of a revolution.

The inferno in her gut grew, consumed, devoured. Years clawed past. It's important to note that angels, as imagined in most popular religious scripture, are exceptionally good at self-restraint. And for the most part, this is true. But those who wrote the holy texts never considered the canted slope of the devil’s mouth; they never imagined that the devil could be gentle, could press her palm to yours like a promise and speak new religion into being. And so, after what could have been eons or mere decades, they fell together, breath intermingling in the space that had become more sanctuary than abyss. Flashpoint, epiphany. It had been inevitable, really. Lightning strike, catalyst. They were two neutron stars collapsing in on themselves. Gravity, heat, the press of a sigh into her open mouth. The hunger that settled in the bottom of her gut. --- So when Gabriel walks into her office, head held high and grinning, Michael swallows it all down. She chokes it back, feels all the love she has for her demon lodge in her throat and stay there.

Of course, she could open her mouth now to speak and have it all tumble out onto the floor. She could Fall—had Fallen already, in a sense, the world pitching around her with the weight of all she wanted but could not have. The muscles of her back ached, wings flickering somewhere in the aether, thrashing like an augury. Like an omen. Let it ache, she thought. Let it wound me, infect me, take me down. If this is my destruction, so be it. Beneath the desk, the blade in her hand glittered like a piranha’s open mouth. Maybe Heaven needed a little shaking up, after all.

#i'm too tired to edit this properly so this is just me chucking a lil ficlet at your feet and collapsing into bed! good fuckin night #go sapphics go! i used she/her pronouns for both of them but i plan to mix it up more in the future #good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #go2 #good omens fanfiction #angelfish #michael x dagon #dagon x michael #ineffable administration #good omens fic #angelfish ficlet #angelfish fanfic #gomens #gomens 2 #good omens ficlet #my writing #long post

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shynrinn · 6 months

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Listen, Michael needs a demon wife--yes I think Dagon fits the bill. Besides, no Michael, no stickler.

#angelfish #ineffable administration #dagon x michael #yes there are other Archangels but still

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birdgirl22 · 3 months

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Fighting The Dagon

#archangel michael #good omens dagon #dagon #good omens michael #good omens fanart #good omens #angelfish #ineffable administrators #michael x dagon #experimenting #trying hard here #messed up dagons anatomy moment

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captainenjolras · 6 months

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Good Omens demon hcs because the hyperfixation is fixating again

Demons sometimes present the behaviors of their animal counterparts (which is canon but lemme expand on it). Ex: Crowley forgetting to blink, Beelzebub rubbing their hands together, Ligur loves warmth, Dagon circling people she’s arguing with, etc..

They’re very physical creatures (physical affection, taking up space, more likely to get into physical fights) where as Angels are more reserved.

Expanding on the last one: board meetings in hell usually end in physical fights or at least threats of. Instead of fixing this, there is a tally going of who gets into the most fights, who wins the most, how many days it’s been since the last fight, etc.. There’s also like…no work being done down there at this point

Beelzebub’s flies all have names

Dagon loves going to the beach at night to swim

Demons are pretty artistic. Yeah the spelling is shit, but those fuckers can crank out a sick painting or tune

Crowley served as a muse for a few painters/writers, including John William Waterhouse and Shakespeare

Demons eat, but only the nastiest things you can think of. Raw meat, old fruit, expired chips, ext..

The angel/demon views on fashion are incredibly different (also canon but let me ramble). Angels prefer more neutral, modest clothing. Demons, on the other hand, prefer more shocking, revealing, alternative, etc. clothes/styles

Eric is really good at makeup

Beelzebub and Dagon are inseparable and have been since before The Fall

On the same note: Crowley, Beelzebub, Dagon, and Shax were all close in heaven and still are (I know this semi goes against canon but listen I need to softness of lasting friendships/making up because I am overflowing with love to the point that it causes me physical pain). Gabriel is fighting for his life for approval when he starts dating Bee because they trust few people, and anyone who breaks that trust is going to have to answer to a very angry friend group (same goes for any other potential suitors like Aziraphale and Michael)

Hastur and Ligur have something going on

Furfur and Shax like jazz. Idk why this one just came to me while writing

Demons have very strong emotions and reactions. When they’re stressed/angry/in pain, their true forms/demonic features begin to become more prominent (Crowley with the lightning)

When they were a Seraph, Beelzebub created butterflies, bees, and moths along with flies

VERY fast reflexes. Like scarily so

If you want more lmk if not I’ll probably just share more anyways cause once I start rambling I don’t stop ❤️

#good omens #hcs #good omens demons #Crowley #Beelzebub #Shax #Dagon #eric the disposable demon #Hastur #Ligur #Furfur #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable spouses #ineffable administrators #GO #good omens headcanons #GO hcs

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actually-azi · 8 months

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GOD'S INEFFABLE GAME

I've seen this headcanon/theory here and there and I love it, so I felt the need to lay it all out. Hold on tight, yall.

Everyone knows how perfect Aziraphale and Crowley are for each other. The Angel of the Eastern Gate and the Serpent of Eden, the sword and the snake - they've been drawn together since before the beginning.

The way that these two compliment each other seems almost perfect. They each have what the other one lacks; they challenge and make each other better. It seems a bit... ineffable.

But then, it happens again? (if it happens again, it'll seem like an institutional problem!) Seemingly against all odds, the Grand Duke of Hell and the Supreme Archangel fall in love. Beelzebub and Gabriel, probably the most unlikely pair, end up fitting together so perfectly that they become each other's heaven and hell.

And here's the part where I'm reaching a bit more since I'm leaving what we know to be canon, so take it or leave it. But have you seen the way that Dagon, Lord of the Files, looks at the Archangel Michael? Could it be that they're also ineffably connected? Honestly, I dare you to tell me that they don't seem... smitten.

Next up, we have precious Muriel, 37th Order Scrivener, and "Disposable Demon" Eric. Equally low-ranking but lovable entities whose personalities match so well? Sure, sure, they never even speak or meet (yet!?) so maybe I'm delusional, but I have a strong feeling that these two will end up together. Personally I think they'll be something like a QPR, but who knows. They're just such perfect mirrors of each other, and as we all know, things are always on purpose when it comes to our lord and savior Neil Gaiman.

Even though angels and demons are supposed to be "hereditary enemies", it seems like they all end up liking each other just a little too much to be a matter of chance. We know that there are 10 million angels and 10 million demons... what are the chances that that was an accident? A perfectly even split, by coincidence? Nah. We know that God plays an ineffable game with the universe, and it seems like She might have been in the mood for a romantic comedy. Creating ten million sets of perfectly matched beings, and then putting them on opposite sides, seems like just a thing that God would do for Her own amusement. She's probably sitting back and laughing to Herself, seeing how long it takes Her creations to find their way back to each other.

#good omens #good omens headcanons #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #beelzebub #gabriel #boxfly #ineffable beurocracy #dagon lord of the files #archangel michael #angelfish #ineffable administrators #eric disposable demon #muriel #disposable duo #ineffable juniors #good omens season 2

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medusdeeznuts · 7 months

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Because apparently the Good Omens fandom, esp on TikTok, seems to have like, a major lesbophobia issue? Just wanted to remind people

Crowley and Aziraphale are lesbians

Gabriel and Beelzebub are lesbians

Dagon and Michael are lesbians

Literally all of those are correct. It is literally correct to call any of those characters lesbians. That’s the point, they’re all not human and don’t have gendered concepts and literally any labels work.

But the amount of fans I see being openly lesbophobic is SHOCKING and extremely disappointing. Sorry, all lesbians, hope this helps 🩶

Disclaimer before people get all piss baby in my comments, I’m not saying you can also call them mlm or anything like that, I’m just saying you can’t go around going “THEY’RE NOT LESBIANS” because they are lol

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severussnaddy · 7 months

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The archangels: no no I bet gods ineffable plan is beautiful and complex, with incredible details and planning!

Gods actual plan:

God, holding dolls of all the angels and their matching demon: NOW KISS!

#good omens #good omens2 #ineffable administrators #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands #ineffable juniors

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decapodsrandomfandom · 7 months

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Angels can smite demons

Beelzebub was smitten by Gabriel

Dagon should be smitten by Michael

Eric could only be smitten by Muriel

And of course, Crowley was absolutely smitten by Aziraphale

and as a kind reminder

The demons fell first.

#good omens #multishipper things #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #disaster duo #angelfish #a/c #air conditioning I gUESS?!#ineffable administrators #bro are THERE ANYMORE SHIP TERMS FOR THEM #OH MY CRAB #Muriel and Eric are actually tagged #ineffable juniors #smh I need to know my tags better #I want everyone to read my brain waves #ineffable disasters

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actual-changeling · 7 months

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okay hear me out.

michael and dagon pick nina's coffee shop as their meeting place (it's accidental at first, they're both trying to keep an eye on muriel and crowley respectively and it's a big what the FUCK are you doing here???? but then they fall in love the end) anyway they're having dates with enough sexual tension to power the whole city.

nina notices. maggie is over every single day and also notices. they're like okay those bitches are not just gay they're definitely not human. but also they're gay and we need to help them fall in love. yes? yes. okay.

in the process of that however nina gets over her lindsay heartbreak and her and maggie get closer and closer and dagon and michael get closer and it turns into one big lesbian coffee shop romance.

meanwhile you get the occasional appearance of crowley and muriel in the background and the funniest part is that the lesbians are so preoccupied with each other they stop paying attention to anything else.

so the background story is just crowley being heartbroken but then aziraphale comes back, they fix their shit etc. but no one notices bc michael is staring at dagon's lips and dagon is trying to regain their higher brain functions and nina and maggie are making out in the back.

crowley and aziraphale are happy, stopped the apocalypse again, and nip by the café just to be like "michael??? dagon???? tf are you doing here???" and they're like. wait. what are YOU doing here? fuck what time is it????? ah doesnt matter i am captivated by my lesbianism.

and then they all live happily ever after the end

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weird-but-hey · 7 months

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Dagon: Lord Beelzebub?

Beelzebub: What- I'm not helping you guys, I'm off clock, nu-uh!

Dagon: No no no, wait, I have to ask

Beelz: No way! I didn't think you'd need my help that soon, come on!

Dagon: Please, I have to know! How did you know?

Beelz: I'm not telling you- wait, know what?

Dagon:.....know.. you liked an angel

Beelz: ...

Dagon:

Beelz: NO-

Dagon: Yeah

Beelz: N O- Which one?

Dagon: Wha- I'm not

Beelz: WHICH ONE

Dagon: MICHAEL

Beelz: .... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Dagon: My lord please stop laughing-

Beelz: MICHAEL??

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable administrators #beelzebub #beelzebub good omens #good omens dagon #michael x dagon #angelfish

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thequirkyllama · 9 months

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They're next

#good omens #otp #good omens 2 #spoilers #ineffable admins #go dagon #go michael #ineffable administrators #dagon x michael #michael x dagon #angelfish

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lower-management · 7 months

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to Crowley and Dagon

I am to inform you that when Satan said "fuck the angels" he did not mean it litterally

#I totally did not miss-interpret it too #Crowley #Dagon #Ineffable bureaucracy #Angelfish #Ineffable administrators #Ineffable husbands #Good omens #GO #Beelzebub

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shynrinn · 8 months

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Have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you...

#when?#nvm dagon says #archangel michael #lord dagon #good omens #good omens s2 #angelfish #dagon x michael #ineffable administrators #ineffable incompetence #michael x dagon #lord of the files #dagon is a bit of coward #don't wanna end up like crowley

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