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sparrowsortadrawzzz · 5 months

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Okay I’m on another thought train and you are the designated person to travel with me on these trips. So. Consider. Reverse omens, right? Classic. Sometimes it’s all the angels and demons flipped, sometimes it’s just the husbands. But consider. Reverse omens but ONLY ineffable bureaucracy gets switched. If anything I think this has the possibility to be the MOST interesting variation of this au because, like, if only Aziraphale and Crowley are switched it changes some things but they’re like…middle to upper-middle class in terms of ranking? Not much about the structure of how things work in heaven and hell changes. Everyone gets switched? More variation but arguably too many moving parts and characters to keep track of. Just Beelzebub and Gabriel (or as Beez would probably called according to our headcanons Zuriel. And …whatever Gabriel is called in this. Any thoughts?) get switched? Throws the whole system into chaos! Like here’s how I see it. Season 1 Gabriel was a total asshole. No doubts about it. Heaven was institutionally fucked up and half of it was probably his fault. Beelzebub though? I’ve always had more of an impression that hell was bad because it’s, y’know, hell. Not that Beelzebub themself was an awful boss. Like aside from killing Eric that one time and yelling a bunch they actually seem like a pretty fair boss. Just evil because that’s their job. So like in this universe hell would be like…infinitely worse. But heaven? I feel like it would actually be substantially less fucked up with Beelzebub calling the shots. The other archangels and the metatitty would likely still cause problems as always but I genuinely don’t think it would be as bad. Crowley likely has a bunch of trauma now so oops but like Aziraphales boss is pretty chill so he likely isn’t as messed up as usual. They probably do still have that firm belief in Armageddon and all that but there probably less “we’ll kill you if you don’t go along with this. pick a side Aziraphale” about it and more “Look man I’ve been ignoring you and my brothe- (yes I’m bringing ssiblingzz shit into this. You probably know my brainrot well enough by now to have guessed I would.) Crowley’s shit for millennia I can’t do that any more. It’s time to fight. Please stop being stubborn I don’t wanna have kill you you’re the only bitch I respect up here.” (Beelzebub has always seemed more aware of Aziraphale and Crowley’s situation than Gabe so I kind of think in this situation they’d actually be the type to turn a blind eye to it?)

I do have more thoughts but I need to make food so enjoy this for now and share any of your ideas. I’ll probably be back soon with more.

OOOOOH WAIT YOUVE GOT A POINT THERE- I think Gabe would be some demon like perhaps Camio (from googling, he seems to be "Demon of persuassion and communication", which seems very up his alley, and his Wikipedia article mentioned him being leader of a bunch of demons, so it makes sense-), and he'd treat Hastur, Shax, and Ligur like he treats Uriel, Michael, and Sandalphon. Beez would for sure be dry, and tired, but I think ze'd be a pretty good boss too- the other Archangels may treat zir with an actual respect! ze might also give Aziraphale some slack for interacting with Crowley, since a) it's zir brother, and b) ze might understand how he feels 👀 Demon!Gabe (Cammy?) tho, he'd smell more of plastic-promises, be more manipulative and conniving, and maybe even be more in his element, cuz being a demon doesn't take a "I'm smart and mighty, follow me" mentality, it takes an obey-or-die mentality. I mean, "t-o-s-t...e. TOAST!!" put great emphasis on that ADHFH- (also him possibly being considered as Lucifer's brother? and fellow starmaker with Angel!Crowley?? SO MANY ANGST OPPORTUNITIES-) however, he would probably be extra with keeping track of the intentions of Crowley's miracles, and yeahh poor Crowbro may be kinda frucked up even more-

I think once he sees how Zuriel actually cares about him and sees him as someone other than a big scary demon, as an actual friend and companion who understands him, he puts down his guard and fight-or-flight, and changes for the better with zir. (maybe he didn't particularly enjoy having to manipulate and scare others into doing what he'd been ordered to do, but had to in order to survive? or maybe he and his possible brother team up and are conniving little shits, whatever you think is best ^^)

THANK YOU FOR SHARING ALL OF THIS WITH ME I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS ADN STUFF SO MUCHVAHFJDHG

#the birds have spoken #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE FLOSS #good Omens #good omens swap au #beelzebub good omens #gabriel good omens #ineffable bureaucracy #reverse bureaucracy #ssiblingzz

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themadauthorshatter · 3 years

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My brain: You know... Crowley and Aziraphale would be in a LOT of trouble if they got caught before the events of the show.

Me: Don't.

My brain: Like... A LOT of trouble.

Me: DON'T.

My brain: Like, both are forced to sit in a prison and watch the war and Armageddon play out. They both wonder if they'll be executed, but do commend themselves and each other for not killing each other and for trying as hard as they did. They also admit that they wouldn't fully be friends if there wasn't a bastard in a Aziraphale and if Crowley wasn't a good person, which neither are afraid to admit now, seeing as they're on borrowed time.

And when that time's up and neither side wins, only exhausting themselves and each other, they come to collect their prisoners, but where they can't agree on who's better, they agree on what happens to the traitors.

Heaven takes Crowley and Hell takes Aziraphale.

The two are hauled off, kicking and screaming, and are taken to Heaven and Hell, Hastur in charge of getting Aziraphale to Hell by... 'knocking him out' first, and Crowley more or less being dragged by Michael and Uriel by his arms and hair.

The two get a complete 180, being made to endure and get used to the things they'd been opposed to for so long, Crowley made to repeatedly wash his hands with Holy water and Aziraphale made to repeatedly touch Hellfire until they're immune.

They also get an opposite side makeover, Heaven washing Crowley of his 'filth' and Hell removing Aziraphale of his holiness.

I won't go into detail, but just know that they were made to basically forget each other, having no memory of each other's faces or voices or even names, though there is a HUGE amount of effort put into trying. Also, they're made to forget their old names.

Over time, Earth rebuilds and humans are reborn, but neither are allowed to go because who knows what they'll do to stop Round 2 of the war. It's worse because the others are sent to Earth and keep talking shit about it, calling it boring and a waste.

When there's no one willing to go to Earth, the two are reluctantly sent to Earth, but are on 24/7 surveillance, like they're accompanied by other angels and demons.

Crowley, now called Samuel, is surprised to see Earth returned to what he remembers. When he is repeatedly made to stay on task, he eventually shakes off the angels with him and books it, outrunning both angels and looking arouns without any strings; he reasoned he could lie and say he saw a crowd of demons and knew they couldn't fight, so he ran.

Aziraphale, now called Alistor, reminisces on Earth and the fact that all his books are gone, but Hastur and a reborn Ligur tell him to stay focused or he'll be stuck with paperwork again. And they'll give him a bad pen to do it with, too. He remains focused, but that shatters as the angel Samuel races past them.

Hastur watches him run and asks if that's Samuel, Ligur confirming that it is. Hastur then wonders if he looks familiar, something Alistor backs, as Samuel does indeed seem familiar.

The angels stop at the three demons and ask if they've seen a runaway angel. Hastur asks why the three would know and the angels get scared as they see Alistor, who eyes them coolly and asks why they can't keep a hold of any angels nowadays, insinuating that they're lazy and would rather guve them to Hell. It scares them away, as they remember how Aziraphale used to be, and run.

They look back in the direction Samuel ran and Hastur and Ligur glance at each other, nonverbally deciding to follow him a little bit.

Samuel stops running, glad he outran the angels, but now he has another problem: Hastur, Ligur, and Alistor, the three having garnered a reputation for being violent and sadistic, though Alistor is more.of a 'hit first and think later' type, like he does it more because he seemingly can rather than because he likes causing pain.

Still, he vaguely remembers Hastur and Ligur and simply tells them he simply went off for a run, stretch his legs a litte, and will now be on his way, so have a nice day.

Hastur stops him and asks if they've met before, because this goodie two shoes, "all life is precious" angel seems familiar. Samuel simply offers that he was taught by Raphael, who simply comes and goes because business, hence why he's never around.

Ligur stalks his way in front of Samuel and comments that he does indeed seem familiar. Samuel lies that he's never met these three before in his life. Well, Hastur takes a look at the angel's face.

Samuel backs away from the two and says he's had a nice time talking to them, but needs to go because Heaven isn't very nice with slackers, shuffling past Alistor in the process.

Before he can really leave, the pieces click together and Hastur and Ligur smirk.

"Crowley!"

Me: ... I'll see how this does and think about it. Cool?

My brain: Cool!🙃

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #angel crowley #demon aziraphale #ineffable husbands #kind of reverse ineffable husbands #implied torture tw #forced identity change tw #forced side switch tw #world extinction tw #war tw

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artist-in-space · 5 years

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[Got to] Believe in Magic

Let me play the part of your first love All the stars are right Every wish is ours tonight, my love Pity those who wait Trust in love, to faith

Once Aziraphale realizes he actually loves Crowley, he's the one that catches up fast and shocks Crowley because Crowley was used being the 'first' one and the 'faster' one--- faster in developing ideas, faster to question. Somehow he didn't see that Aziraphale had overtaken him and slammed his love towards him back equally. Kinda like magic. you never know it happens. you just gotta believe.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #this has been on my mind for so long im crying #you got too fast for me CROWLEY #BUT REVERSE #AND MAGIC #lOOK THIS KIND OF PROPOSAL HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR AZIRAPHALE

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hamletteprinceofdenmark · 5 years

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- Judith Wright

#crowley #aziraphale #good omens #ineffable husbands #poetry #judith wright #straya #i read this and thought of Them #i kind of imagine the first verse zira to crowley and then the second in the reverse

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dandyylion-0911 · 3 years

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Reverse! Ineffable husbands and Ineffable Bureaucracy!

In this AU, Crowley calls Aziraphale "Bunny" and Belith (Bee) calls Gabriel "Prince" cuz he's a Prince of Hell here as stated in my IG story. It took a lot of time and effort to come up with this so I hope they get appreciated! They wanted Belith back! (But she goes by Bee) So I gave them what they wanted... Amaris... will be added soon in my next comics... She hurts my soul in the best way possible.

Also, yes, Azi has only ONE earring, (soon to be explained) he wears an ensemble similar to a magician's just becuz (he is a bunny here... 😌) UwU Bee is my personal fave here cuz she was the easiest to draw. Owl Gabriel was the hardest... This will not be the last of its kind tho. 😌👌

And, of course, thank you to the people who gave me this suggestions! And now I'm full of ideas. Next time, I'll visit the rest of these ideas and make them. (IF I have time around after my next artworks will be made!)

If you wanna support me and get your personal request made then please Buy me a Coffee! And commissions are open as well!

#good omens #Good Omens #good omens tv #aziraphale good omens #crowley x aziraphale #crowley good omens #beelzebub good omens #gabriel x beelzebub #gabriel good omens #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands #reverse ineffable husbands #reverse ineffable bureaucracy #michael sheen #david tennant #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #fanart

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anironsidh · 3 years

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AnironSidh 2020 fic and moodboard masterpost

I didn’t write very much this year between the general mess of 2020 and senior year, but here’s what I did manage to write this year (sorted by fandom). If there’s no chapter count for a fic, it’s a oneshot

Queen/BoRhap

Just Keep Losing My Beat || jimercury Hogwarts au. Freddie Mercury/Jim Hutton (jimercury), Brian May/Roger Taylor (maylor). Hogwarts au, found family, maylor, jimercury, i will post more soon. Chapters: 7/?

Summary: Hogwarts is not ready for Freddie Mercury. Not even close.In which Brian May is trying to be successful, Roger Taylor is just confused, John Deacon doesn't want the spotlight, and Freddie Mercury just wants to find somebody to love and make his place in the world.

(Love Of My Life) Don't Leave Me || hardzello (for borhap summer cast event) for the @queenandborhapevents and written for @johndeaconshands. Hardzello, fluff, happy ending, love confessions, first kiss

Summary: Joe's worried about what kind of future he and Ben may have once the movie is no longer keeping them in the same place, and he may find something more waiting for him to ask. - Written for johndeaconshands on tumblr for the BoRhap Summer Event 2020

Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play || tyob 2020 gift fic for xofunghoul / @heybuddy-drabbles. This fic was for the @queenandborhapevents two years of borhap event. hardzello, flashbacks, fluff, picnic, proposal.

Summary: A look back at how Ben and Joe figured things out, got together, made a home with each other, and in which Joe has just one question in mind. - A gift fic for xofunghoul and the two years of borhap exchange on tumblr (modded by @maz-zello and myself). Prompt was for hardzello, fluff, domestic moments. I think I did pretty well, let me know what y'all think in the comments!

Phandom/Dan and Phil

For The Dreams of Youth || phandom reverse bang 2020 parent!phan au for the @phandomreversebang 2020. art by @akikaji and beta @rainbowchristy. Dan/Phil, fluff, parent!phan Chapters 2/3

Summary: Dan isn't quite sure about a kid of his own. It hadn't felt like a possibility, not until recently. He may find that he's more ready than he expected. Dan and Phil's journey towards parenthood told through a series of videos to one day hand over to their child.

I Wonder When We're Gonna Make It || phandom reverse bang 2020 (1980s au), for the phandomreversebang 2020. Dan/Phil, queen references, 1980s au, period typical homophobia, happy ending, angst with fluff. Chapters 1/2. art by @luisaloveshoney and betaed by @i-might-leave-soon / @eilidh

Summary: When a new neighbor moves into the town that Daniel Howell has lived in his entire life and finds his safe spot in the town's vineyard, he will challenge Dan's view of himself and his town. Soon enough, they find themselves in an attraction nothing like Dan's ever known and one that those around them cannot understand. This may be Dan's only chance to escape and truly be himself. - A fic for a phandom reverse bang 2020 prompt in which Dan and Phil live near a vineyard, sneak grapes, drink stolen wine, and fall in love despite the times (1980s). Also, in which I project my love for queen onto Dan, because Muse doesn't exist yet and because I can.

I Ain't Gonna Face No Defeat a good omens au for the @phandomreversebang 2019, masterpost and art by @hiwatari-art here. Dan/Phil, good omens au, post bookshop scene, Crowley!Dan x Aziraphale!Phil. betaed by phanandpenguins/ @ringsandbutterflies

Summary: Daniel Howell has been stationed on earth for six thousand years, his only constant companion Phil Lester, an angel of Heaven. When his angel is nearly taken away from him he begins to realize just how important Phil is to him. -the bar scene in ep6 of good omens where Aziraphale is discorperated and Crowley is in the bar mourning him- Please be sure to check the art by hiwatari! Thanks to phanandpenguins for their beta work!

Good Omens

Songs Full Of Sad Things || Ineffable Husbands Raphael!Crowley for the good omens big bang. Crowley was Raphael, eventual happy ending, angst and fluff, wip. Chapters 8/15

Summary: -Crowley and Aziraphale are quite happy in their new Tadfield cottage five years after Armageddon, or rather, the armageddon-that-wasn't. They've settled into a routine with each other and the Them. Everything seems fine. Anathema and Newton are even getting married soon. -And then everything Crowley has built up for the last 6,000 years comes tumbling down with a visit from Gabriel and the revelation of his past, of how high he Fell. He hadn't wanted to remember his past as an archangel. Not now. His past is told bit by bit while those brought together by the almost-end of the world must pick up the pieces. - aka Crowley was the archangel Raphael, Gabriel's a dick, and Aziraphale just wants to help. Also, Warlock WILL fight anyone who hurts his Nanny, even God.

As You Wish || Good Omens/Princess Bride au, inspired by @anotherwellkeptsecret. Princess bride au, another one I promise i will get back to, eventual happy ending. Chapters 2/?

Summary: Warlock is sick and Nanny Ashtoreth reads him a story of romance and swordfights, perhaps inspired by a certain angel she knows. In which Aziraphale is Buttercup and in love with the handsome Crowley, a farm boy. When he is reported dead, killed by the Dread Pirate Nutter, Aziraphale falls into despair and eventually agrees to marry the devious Prince Gabriel. He is kidnapped by a con artist, Beelzebub, and their two henchmen in order to start a war. Crowley, who survived his rumored attack, rescues him from the trio. They must now free Aziraphale from Gabriel's clutches if they wish to have a new life with each other. Inspired by anotherwellkeptsecret on tumblr (penumbra on ao3)

Before I Lose You || gomens holiday swap gift for @gregayy and the Good Omens Holiday Exchange. post-canon, fluff with a sprinkling of angst but there’s barely any tbh, ineffable husbands, (technically for the gomens 2019 holiday swap, but it was posted on the third of january so I’m including it)

Summary: Armageddon has been averted, and yet their troubles are far from over. Heaven and Hell want their revenge for a Plan foiled. Crowley knows this far too well, knows he has far too little time for what he's wanted for so many centuries... Aziraphale. Believing they may not live to see another sunset, they take a step usually taken by humans. They've only got this one chance, don't they?aka they get married, believing they may not have another chance to, as requested by gregayy/scmnz

Can't You See || good omens ficlet for @wheeloffortune-design. Ineffable husbands, ficlet, happy ending, first kiss

Summary: Crowley being brave - wheeloffortune-design on tumblr. Based on this art, I think I wrote this instead of studying for a midterm lmao

Hobbit/LOTR

By His Side || Happy Hobbit Holiday 2020 Bagginshield fic for KeyWolf25888 for the @haveahappyhobbitholiday 2020 exchange. Gen, M/M, Bilbo/Thorin, happy ending, fluff, bilbo stays in erebor fic

Summary: Bilbo Baggins is just staying in Erebor for now, just until he knows every member of the Company will be alright after the Battles, but his feelings for a certain dwarven king may change his plans just slightly.Or, a Bilbo Stays In Erebor fic as requested by KeyWolf25888 for the Have A Happy Hobbit Holiday 2020 exchange! I haven't done much Hobbit fic in a while, but it was nice to get back to these characters.

Reylo

you're nothing, but not to me || reylo fix-it. Rey/Ben Solo, poe/finn, tros fix it fic bc i was mad after watching that movie, I promise I’ll get back to it soon I just need to work out the plot (and it could also use a beta, if anyone’s interested) Chapters 3/?

Summary: The aftermath of the victory. They may have won, but what comes next? What happens when the battle is won, when the fight is over, but a former enemy is brought into their midst? What happens when Rey brings a near-death Ben Solo back with her? The remaining Resistance is not willing to forgive him easily for what he has done as Kylo Ren. It will not be easy, but it must be done.

Moodboards

Phandom/Dan and Phil

Phandom Reverse Bang 2020 Pride Au Moodboard, fics by @judearaya and @counting2fifteen Summary: Dan goes to pride for the first time, traveling to London on his own. He hasn't come out to his family yet, just a random person online called amazingphil. At pride, he sees a man (Phil) on a float and decides he has to talk to him. Eventually (maybe after a few times hanging out/dates) he finds out that Phil is amazingphil. The moodboard for my prb 2020 pride au, with fics by counting2fifteen and judearaya!

Queen

Royal Maylor au honeymoon in Japan

Queen Iliad au with hardzello, maylor, and deacury

Brian’s Birthday moodboard

Maylor Hamilton au

Jimercury Sad moodboard (hurts like hell)

Reylo

Titanic au

Moodboard for You’re Nothing, but not to me

Reylo good omens au

Moodboard for the Heartbreak Prince, fic by the wonderful @kylorenvevo (Thea)

Reylo Frankenstein au, idea partially by @indefinitelyindia

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solarmorrigan · 3 years

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rules. it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Would you believe I completed this in the first week of January and then forgot to post it? True facts. I am aware it is now May, but I’m gonna post it anyway because why the fuck not. No time of year is a bad time to show yourself some appreciation

I was tagged by @midrashic, whose writing is a joy, always such a smooth and insightful read, and who has kindly tagged me in many of these memes in the last year, which always makes my day. I actually did a lot of writing in 2020, but posted very little of it. Much of it was in bits and pieces, or I was too shy to post it, or I was too tired/busy/etc. to edit it and throw it up (so hey, maybe expect to see more shit from me this year, I’ve got a bit of a backlog)

So first: honorable mention to my NaNoWriMo fic, written for Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter, which is operating under the working title of “The Life in Your Years.” I wrote 58,000 words in less than a month and I was quite proud of that, and would like to polish it up and post it this year, but since I can’t link it or show anyone here, we’re not going to count it as part of the list. Instead, we have:

Agents of Death [James Bond - 00Q] Life after death wasn’t quite what Bond had expected.

Not that he could altogether recall what he had expected. He was fairly certain, though, that he would have expected the afterlife to include light and peace – or perhaps darkness and pain. Maybe he thought he would have faded to nothingness after dying.

He didn’t expect to have a day job, was the short of it.

This was the fic I wrote for the 2019/2020 00Q Reverse Big Bang. It took a lot of energy and stressed me the hell out and somehow ended up as one big slow burn fic, despite the fact I regularly profess distaste for slow burn, but I’m kind of pleased with this one anyway. I really did enjoy playing with Bond’s character and letting him bounce off of Q a bit, and the worldbuilding was fun to do

In the Details [James Bond - 00Q] Bond's housekeeper begins to notice some changes around the house

This was one of my favorite things written for last year’s 007 Fest. I had a lot of fun writing it, probably because it mostly combines domesticity and outsider POV, which are two of my favorite tropes. I was also glad that people really seemed to like the housekeeper character I made up! It’s been a long time since I’ve put much effort into an OC, so that was nice

“Bond has never fallen in love like this.” [James Bond - 00Q] Bond has never fallen in love like this

It has always been all at once, a cinder block to the sternum, never this steady drip of feelings that comes with every damned picture Q texts to him

This was probably actually my definite favorite thing written for 007 Fest last year. It was just meant to be a silly headcanon post at first and turned into something longer but that I actually really love. I just... I really love portraying people falling for the little details of a person, bit by bit, and that’s all this is, really. I keep meaning to edit it and put it on Ao3, though it’s not all that long, so maybe I’ll get around to that soon [spoiler from the May 2021: I did not]

That one headcanon about Aziraphale being knowledgeable about gardening [Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands] Okay, yes, the fanon that Aziraphale was a terrible gardener and that it drove Crowley up the wall and he had to go out and fix the grounds so “Brother Francis” didn’t get fired is amusing, but I feel like we’re missing out on an opportunity here

I was so glad (if startled) that this became one of my most popular posts. Part of the reason I kind of drifted away from the GO fandom was that I was so tired of seeing all the one-sided and apparently unrequited affection and effort that would come from Crowley, as if Aziraphale never did a damned thing to encourage or maintain their friendship. The fact that this one--a thought I had about Aziraphale making an effort to learn about Crowley’s interests--took off was very nice!

The Height of Amusement [Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter - Abery] ...is about 5'7"

(In which the world has, on average, gotten taller since the 1800s, and this causes minor inconveniences.)

This is probably the weirdest fandom and absolutely the weirdest pairing I’ve ever been into. I try not to think too hard about it. The thing is, these books kind of reminded me to have fun with my writing, and that’s all I did while writing fic for this fandom. This particular piece isn’t my favorite out of what I’ve written, but I did just really enjoy being silly with it (and it’s one of the few I’ve actually published), so on the list it goes

I’m gonna tag some people now because, I repeat, no time of year is a bad time to show your appreciation. Go dig through your stuff from last year and find the happy. (If you already did this, I’m sorry, just ignore me. If I didn’t tag you and you want to do this, go for it): @spiritofcamelot, @soufflegirl91, @christinefromsherwood, @azure7539arts, uhh... maybe I shouldn’t have done this at 1 AM, I can’t think of anyone else I’m sorry THIS IS WHY IT TAKES ME SO LONG TO DO THESE THINGS

#long post #blah blah text blah #about meme

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ineffably-in-love · 5 years

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Good Omens Headcanons: Gabriel & Beelzebub

the tired bosses bonding over their employees being a pain in the ass

outside: lawful evil/lawful good

inside: both chaotic neutral

when they want to restart the Apocalypse, Gabriel arrives there first with his fabulous lightning, but he waits for Beelzebub before stepping up to the gang

ergo: just one more canon evidence that they’re 1) clearly already having some kind of relationship and 2) both drama queens and you’re in big fucking trouble now young man

the fucking looks on their faces as they walk, like ‘shit here we go again’

they’re clearly not afraid/restrained to share their feelings with each other, just look at their worried faces during their convo in ep6

why are they standing so close and why are they so intimate with each other answer me neil gaiman i want a spin off

Beelzebub being strong af and able to lift Gabriel without batting an eye is iconic already and I’d like to submit it to Fanon

enthusiastic Gabriel lifting her to snuggle because he’s a big dumb doggo

Beelzebub realizing that she does not care about her buzzing voice anymore when she’s with him

Gabriel having learned the f-word from her

I love people posting about them knowing each other in Heaven, but honestly them just meeting through horrible job experiences is so much more hysterical and relatable

them meeting on Earth to discuss and Complain™ is pretty much fanon by now and I live for it

I enjoy the idea of a Red Telephone kinda thing, but ‘there are no back channels’ so how do they know when to meet for complaining?

how about: angels radiate great love and other positive feelings, and an archangel’s radiation is so strong that Beelzebub could literally find him on the spot whenever Gabriel walks the Earth

e.g. Gabriel is running in the park when suddenly Earth opens and Beelzebub is like yo I had a super bad day and I need to Complain also you’re bloody beaming today turn it down

or, alternatively, Gabriel using a ouija board and it spelling out ‘U-S-E-A-P-H-O-N-E-D-U-M-B-A-S-S‘ (god i love this thank you op)

B teaching Gabe how to dance to Lasha Tumbai

Gabe making other angels suspicious by humming Friends on The Other Side from time to time

we all crave that reverse!AU don’t we? - sweet sweet angel!Beelzebub with short brown hair - but actually she’s just as savage as before - demon!Gabriel still rocking his purple aesthetics - bearded Jon Hamm!! black turtle neck!! scruffy gabriel - but demon!Gabriel is just another doggo... he’s big and dumb and doesn’t talk much - or au contraire: demon!Gabe being extremly slick and dangerously intelligent uuhhh... like a disney villain but rated r - angel!Beelzebub is a scout/actually Isabella from Phineas & Ferb

I know that red/blue pairs are out right now because of the pastel/goth aesthetics popularity, but we know that these two, at their hearts, are a classic red/blue pair

(hot take: the book versions of the Ineffable Husbands are red/blue as well)

Gabe constantly thinking of new nicknames, e.g. Beez, Buzz, Beelz, Lord B, and Beelzebub just rolling her eyes at them

Ineffable Bureaucracy is super valid and I Do See You, but please please consider: Gabe and Beelzebub as the ultimate mlm wlw solidarity duo

exchanging styling tips

exchanging bad coping mechanisms

post-Armaggeddon’t discussions about what the fuck happened

both of them threatening people to call the other one if they’re pissed omg

‘say that again and I’ll call the hell wife!!!’ vs. ‘do you want me to call the archangel you little shit yeah i mean the big dumb one who does as i say hmm do you want that’

the crack is strong with these two, but please consider angst: - both struggling with their identity as the leaders of their fractions because of their comforting relationship with the enemy - Gabriel and some fucked up flower thing god I love this song - Beelzebub gifting him flowers because she knows he loves flowers - but it’s sad because they’re spreading some virus onto his white lilies - angsty aesthetics: long scarf and coats, lone dark alleyways, rain

B wanting to smack her head against a wall because this archangel is so fucking dumb but also so charming and nice

Gabe seeing that this demon lord is not a bad person

her reaction to him stealing the eyes of elizabeth taylor

H E I G H T D I F F E R E N C E

#damn this is a lot #gabriel #beelzebub #headcanons #good omens #*#don't mind me screaming about these characters ffff #fic #fanfiction

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thinkingisadangerouspastime · 5 years

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a most holy sin

i watched Bohemian Rhapsody and cried at least 12 times so of course i was (loosely) inspired by it and had to write an ineffable husbands fanfic. i definitely listened to a Best of Queen playlist while i wrote it, too. i hope you enjoy and please forgive historical and medical inaccuracies because im sure there are some. also for some reason the line break isn't working?? i'm going to try to add it again later.

(I know Gabriel does not technically outrank Aziraphale but for the sake of plot he's gonna be in charge of Earthly affairs.)

WARNING: There is usage of homophobic slurs at a point in this story. If you are sensitive to such, either be wary as you read or simply do not read this fic. Don't worry, you won't hurt my feelings if you keep scrolling.

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"I'd like to be temporarily stationed in America."

Gabriel looked up from his desk, every inch of it covered in paperwork. Glasses that Aziraphale knew very well the archangel did not need slid down his nose. Gabriel pushed them back up. "Why?"

Succinct. As per usual. Aziraphale pretended that he was not twisting his ring anxiously around his pinky as he spoke. "Well, I do read American papers every so often, and I've been keeping tabs on a certain, er, an epidemic, of sorts, that is happening over there."

Gabriel removed the silver frames from his nose, folding them and placing them on his desk. "Right. The AIDS epidemic."

"Yes," Aziraphale murmured. "Yes, quite. I assure you that I don't intend to miracle up a cure for the disease. It's best to let humans work through that on their own, I assume. I simply wish to - to ease the pain of those in the final stages."

Gabriel was silent. Aziraphale began to wonder if he was pushing his luck with this request. He'd nearly been discovered with Crowley only two decades or so ago, not to mention his boss was not known for being the friendliest or the most sympathetic of angels -

"Yes."

Aziraphale blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said yes, you may go." Gabriel sighed, scrawling his signature on a document in glittering gold ink before shoving the paper away. "I have also been keeping up with information on the epidemic. Those victims could certainly use some angelic kindness right now, what with so many being rejected by their families even as they're on their deathbeds. Beelzebub undoubtedly has a special place in Hell for those sorts of nasty people, I'm sure."

"And we have a special place in Heaven for the victims?"

"Precisely." Gabriel returned his attention to the stack of papers in front of him. "You're dismissed, Aziraphale. Don't stay too long."

"Of course," Aziraphale breathed, nodding. He was almost unable to believe everything had worked out so well. "Thank you, Gabriel." Not wanting to overstay his visit and risk having the decision reversed, Aziraphale promptly left. He considered taking the back exit out, but it wasn't as if he was in a rush. He still had to pack, after all.

It was quite a shame he couldn't simply miracle himself to America. Airplanes were... Less than enjoyable, in Aziraphale's opinion. But miracles had to be preserved.

He didn't want to think about how many he might have to perform in the very near future.

~*~

America, circa 1990

Aziraphale had ditched his usual tartan suit for new tartan scrubs. He was posing as a nurse, working in a ward delegated specifically to victims of AIDS in the final stages. As much as it pained him, he refrained from miracling them back into health. God probably would not take too kindly to that, what with the circle of life and all, even considering Her infinite generosity. Instead, Aziraphale eased their pain as they passed to Heaven. If nothing else, they deserved to know that good things awaited them on the other side.

"Room 636, Nurse Fell," a woman called to Aziraphale as he walked down the hall. Her voice had the rounded edge of a faint Southern drawl. "He's got family with him right now, but they'll be out soon."

"Right. Thank you." He nodded at her as she passed. Aziraphale had memorized the layout of the hospital before he'd started "working" there - it helped him maximize his time with the patients. Not to mention he had to be back in Soho before the end of the year.

"This is your own fault, you know."

Aziraphale froze.

"You're the who grew up and decided to be a fucking fag, goddamnit!"

He recognized that tone. It was one he heard all too often in the AIDS ward.

"And now that choice is killing you. Just like it killed your little queer boyfriend."

Aziraphale resisted the urge to swear. Of course the voice was coming from room 636.

"Hope you're happy with yourself. Hope you're proud."

The man's words were laced with more venom than the world's deadliest snake could provide. Aziraphale reached for the door handle, only to find that it had been locked. Very much against hospital regulations, but also rather common in these situations.

"This is the devil's consequence. You know why they're calling it the 'gay plague'? Because only fags are getting it." The man sighed, an intensified frustration bleeding into his tone. "You just had to be a queer, didn't you? You had to be the family disappointment." His voice dropped, and he growled the lethal blow. "I can't believe I ever called you my son."

Aziraphale didn't care if Heaven reprimanded him. He snapped his fingers, unlocking the door and entering the room without a moment's hesitation. He straightened his back and stared down the father. "Sir, I am going to have to ask that you leave here immediately."

The man's lip curled in disgust. "A queer nurse? I should have known."

Aziraphale ignored the comment, standing his ground. "I must insist that you leave, or else I'll be forced to call security."

For a moment, Aziraphale was afraid the man wouldn't go. But after a long pause, he left in a furious silence.

Aziraphale rushed over to the patient's bed. He was young, in his late teens or early twenties. Still a boy, really. And that only made it all the more heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Aziraphale checked the IV in the boy's arm, making sure it remained connected. "You don't deserve to be treated like something is wrong with you."

"Maybe there is something wrong with me."

Sweat beaded the boy's forehead, and Aziraphale's heart ached a little more when he saw tearstains on his cheeks.

"Am I really going to Hell, nurse?" the boy whispered. "Was falling in love really a sin?" He closed his eyes, biting his lip in a clear attempt to keep himself from sobbing. "I loved him. I loved him so much. All I did was fall in love."

"My dear boy." Aziraphale pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed before sitting down. "Of course you aren't going to Hell. Believe me, falling in love is no sin."

"That's not what my father thinks." His voice was bitter. Much too bitter for someone who likely had just started university.

"Well, fathers don't know everything," Aziraphale replied. "Trust me, dear boy. There is nothing you have to fear in death."

The boy wiped tears from his eyes. "Yeah? How would you know?"

Aziraphale snapped his fingers. The Almighty really was not going to be pleased with him. So many miracles only a few minutes apart was sure to get him reprimanded. Or maybe it wouldn't. He never could tell what exactly She would approve or disapprove of.

The boy's eyes widened as he took in the sudden change of his surroundings. He tried to sit up, but Aziraphale stopped him.

"Careful, now. I'm simply giving you a peek into what awaits you."

The boy shook his head in disbelief. "Is this - is this Heaven?"

"Indeed." A part of it, at least. A lovely little spot of paradise that was reminiscent of Eden. Many enjoyed it when they first ascended to Heaven. A place to get acclimated.

The boy stared at Aziraphale. "You're an angel."

Aziraphale's wings fluttered, as if responding to the query. "Yes, I am. I requested to be stationed in America to help ease the pain of those suffering from AIDS. People in the... Final stages of the disease."

The boy nodded. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "That means I'm dying, then."

Young people truly were getting more perceptive. "I'm afraid so, my dear." Aziraphale snapped his fingers, and the vision of Heaven dissipated. Regretfully, his wings went, too.

The boy sighed, leaning back more deeply into the hospital bed's pillow. "Would you believe me if I told you that I'm going to miss my father?"

Aziraphale didn't respond. He knew an answer wasn't expected.

"I'm going to miss him. Even if -" The boy's voice cracked. "Even if he hates me, he was the only family I had. I forgive him, and - and I want God to forgive him, too."

"She will," Aziraphale murmured, his voice so low only he could hear it. "She always does."

The boy's heart rate was dropping. Aziraphale resisted every instinct in his body to save him. He could not interfere. It was not his responsibility to influence Earthly life and death.

"At least I'll get to see Miles again," the boy breathed. Tears were trickling down his face. "It's been a long year without him."

He closed his eyes.

The machine flatlined.

Aziraphale could sense the boy's spirit leaving his body. He returned the chair to the side of the room, then slid the curtain shut around the bed.

"I'm sorry, angel."

Aziraphale didn't know when he'd started crying. "I can't imagine even your lot could be responsible for this, Crowley."

There was a pause. "AIDS itself is one of the final gifts of Pestilence unto Earth, despite that they retired eons ago." Footsteps echoed in the quiet room, moving closer to Aziraphale. "But only humans could be so cruel to one another."

"I know," Aziraphale whispered. "And I think that's the worst part of all." He didn't even blink as Crowley stepped in front of him, brushing away his tears with his thumb.

"There's nothing you can do, angel," Crowley murmured. "You know that."

Aziraphale did know that. He hated it, but he knew it all too well. "I just - I just don't understand. All they do is fall in love, Crowley! What could have wrong in human history where they started to believe that love was sinful?"

Aziraphale expected a witty comment in response. A dry quip about Catholics, or the Shaker community. He certainly had not prepared himself for a serious answer.

"When did Heaven and Hell start believing it?"

Crowley's sunglasses slid down his nose. He took them off, tucking them into his jacket. They stared at each other, eye to eye.

"I've been - I've been wondering that myself," Aziraphale stammered. His voice was hushed. "But it's not my place to question it."

Crowley shrugged. "The Almighty has been more forgiving as of late. Since it's you, She just might allow it."

"I - I couldn't possibly."

"I know, angel." He sighed. "I know."

Neither spoke after that. But neither made a move to walk away.

Aziraphale knew he had to leave. He had to report the death of the young man so the room could be available for other patients. But he couldn't bring himself to step away from Crowley.

The stood only inches apart. Aziraphale wasn't certain whether he'd reached for Crowley's hand or if the demon had grabbed his, but their fingers were intertwined and Aziraphale knew damn well he didn't want to let go.

"How did you find me?" he finally asked. "I don't recall telling you I was leaving Soho. Or where I was going." In fact, they hadn't spoken since 1967. The night in the Bentley.

Crowley shrugged. In a rare moment of tenderness, his thumb gently brushed over Aziraphale's knuckles. "The city feels different when you're not there."

"O-Oh. I see." Aziraphale found his gaze drifting down from Crowley's eyes to his lips. He didn't fail to notice that Crowley had lessened the distance between them even further.

"Is love a sin, angel?" Crowley whispered. His free hand moved to cup Aziraphale's cheek. "Because if so, it must be the holiest sin there is."

Aziraphale would have laughed had the tension between them not been almost suffocating. "Well, my dear, I really don't think there's such thing as a 'holy' sin -"

He was cut off as Crowley captured his mouth with his. Aziraphale found himself melting into the kiss, pulling the demon towards him. Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale's waist, and Aziraphale placed his arms around Crowley's neck.

He shouldn't be doing this. He didn't know why he shouldn't be, because every atom in his body was telling him that this was right, that this was love, that Crowley was all he needed -

But he couldn't.

Aziraphale pulled away, certain that regret was written all over his face. He couldn't bring himself to look Crowley in the eyes. "I'm sorry. You deserve - you deserve better than me."

Crowley laughed. It was harsh. Bitter. "I'm a demon, angel. I don't 'deserve' anything. It's part of the job description. In the fine print. Non-negotiable. You know that." He yanked his sunglasses out of his pocket and shoved them onto his face.

"No." Aziraphale's voice refused to move above a whisper. "You deserve everything, my dear. Anything you want. The whole world."

"I don't want the whole damn world. I only want you."

Aziraphale forced himself to look at Crowley. The demon's expression was unreadable behind the black lenses. "I can't, Crowley. Not now. Not yet."

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "'Yet'?"

Aziraphale nodded. "One day, I'll - I'll be ready. To go faster. As fast as you. I swear it. Just - Just not today." And he meant it. More than anything he'd ever said. "Will you... Wait for me?"

A small smile appeared on Crowley's lips. It was a rare sight, but one of Aziraphale's favorites.

"For you, angel? Always."

Aziraphale blinked, and the demon was gone. He didn't know when they'd see each other again. He didn't know what the future would hold for them, either. But when Crowley had left, he'd taken all of Aziraphale's tears with him. As he so often did.

Perhaps his demon had a point.

If love was a sin, it truly was a holy one.

Maybe even one worth Falling for.

~*~

im a mess, y'all. i love these two more than i love myself. i hope you enjoyed! feel free to send me prompt requests for them or for ineffable bureaucracy because both are such good pairings.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #anthony crowley #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #my post #my fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #archangel gabriel #tw: homophobic slurs #aids crisis #amy writes

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hyperewok1 · 4 years

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Major Arcana 1 (for Jillian) - The Star, in Reverse

I'm not sure Jillian can ever entirely lose her faith now, given she's objectively heard the voice of God, and more importantly has been imbued with a primordial divine power of righteous indignation. It's more that she has fairly often felt something between overwhelmed and lost in general, given she doesn't entirely understand her part in the The Ineffable Plan, much less have much knowledge of the things she's fighting (it has been amusing to have her label 90% of everything hostile-and-supernatural as demonic, and thus it's probably very good that she didn't meet that one satyr in the Feywild), or otherwise fully understand the nature of the Word. And she doesn't feel like she's in a position to just go 'are you there, God? it's me, Jillian'. She's quite aware he is there, just not in a nature to which she should expect a prompt and literal response at any given moment even if she has heard him directly before. (She’s some vague form of Protestant but I am reminded of a tumblr post about how the Catholic vibe is how you shouldn’t just pray your problems directly to God because he has better things to do and there are saints for your personal problems, and that general notion is hilarious coming from someone who was literally chosen by God and smites evil for a living.)

So for poor Jillian it's less about losing faith and more about resisting the urge to spiral into despair, and the Word helps with that, but it's less a reassurance and more partly taking the driver's seat, which is its own mild concern. But so long as she has the Word, she (probably) can’t just stop doing what she’s doing. She might feel some less directly verbalized reassurance from God in such times, but that requires her to calm herself enough to listen for it.

Though standing in the asylum cell where her husband was tortured did come pretty close as she could ever likely get to losing faith. There is certainly going to be some kind of reckoning from that.

(This is also very topical to the piece that I have currently been writing and I really need to finish it but the complicated nature of this topic is precisely what's making it tricky to finish.)

#D&D #writing #deadlands

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themadauthorshatter · 2 years

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CLIPPED WINGS( A Good Omens Fanfic) CHAPTER 4!!!!!!

All TWs apply here, as well as a general note that next to everything beyond this point is a very steep, very sharp downhill spiral, so prepare yourselves.

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Worry about yourself.

That was the first rule in Hell, as in it was the first thing everyone learned.

Crowley had first learned it during the first few centuries after the Fall, when the Devil and Beezlebub were the most lenient with the demons.

Aziraphale was learning it when he awoke in his cell for the second time, his body so sore the act of breathing seemed virtually impossible. He hadn't put his wings away since the Devil pushed him into boiling sulfur, so they were left vulnerable and twitchimg in the cold air.

That was a funny thing about Hell. If it wasn't unbearably hot, then it was unbearably cold.

Sneering demons, a boss that would make the other Archangels cower to their knees while they cried, a cell with no bed and no light, the insane, erratic change in temperature with no moderation, and that damned pool of boiling, hot sulfur.

However did Crowley survive this place when he wasn't on Earth? Aziraphale wondered as he lay on the floor of his cell. He wasn't sure of how long it had been since his meeting with the Devil, but he didn't speculate it- or rather, he didn't want to speculate it, not when he was too tired and aching to sit up.

In Heaven, Crowley was learning that rule for a second time when Gabriel reached forward, grasped at the black feathers of his wings, and plucked one as if it was a rose in bloom.

Crowley yelped as he did so. Even when he preened his own wings, or when Aziraphale sometimes preened his wings, he'd be as careful as possible. Not may demons had wings, as they'd been burned away by the acidic sulfur. He was as careful as he could be with them, always had been.

He backed away from the Archangel as his wing twitched from being pulled on, but Gabriel snatched him by his tie and threw him to the floor.

"Get off!" Crowley yelled as he thrashed under Gabriel, who held him down with a knee on his spine. "What're you doing!? Get off of me!"

One of his hands fixed itself on the back of Crowley's neck and the other returned to the demon's wings, tearing out more black feathers.

"You were able to boss around Aziraphale back on Earth," Gabriel unexpectedly snarled as he tore out more raven black feathers. "But don't expect anyone here to listen you because you're a demon."

Crowley could only thrash as much as he could as his feathers were pulled off of him, fighting more yelps and groans and a tinge of sorrow as he watched his feathers scatter across the floor.

Gabriel was stronger than he thought, keeping him to the floor with ease.

Each pull sent a rush of pain through Crowley's wings, one that grew and spread as feathers littered the flood like leaves on a walking trail. It made stifling the sound harder, leaving the demon to bite on his tongue to keep himself from screaming.

When Gabriel's fingers reached the shorter, thicker feathers by their roots, Crowley's thrashing grew frantic, violent.

"STOP IT!" he shouted as he threw his elbow back. "I SAID, GET OFF ME!"

The blow landed, earning a grunt from the Archangel, but it earned Crowley a fist in his hair, one that pulled him up and slammed him into the ground.

The room spun, doubled, even as he heard and felt more of his feathers be ripped off of him, each one sending a jolt of pain through his wings and body.

"Hit me again, and I'm hitting back!" Gabriel snapped. "Don't you DARE think being in leagues with Aziraphale will save you if you misbehave!"

Aziraphale.

Crowley remained still, only jerking instinctively as his feathers were pulled.

Gabriel smirked as the demon beneath him lay almost inert, groaning and twitching and more trying to rub his head rather than get up.

Get off, Crowley shouted in his mind, though he could only wince as his feathers were pulled. Just get the Heaven off me and tell me why you’re doing this.

Eventually, finally, Gabriel stopped and stood up, taking a breath as he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

"That's better," he sighed, satisfied like he'd trimmed a bush or hedge in a garden. "That wasn't worth kicking and screaming about, was it, Crowley?"

Crowley shook his head and groaned as he pushed himself up, his back sore and aching, and light. Too light. Looking at the floor, he figured out why, his breath leaving him quickly as he did.

Blood and feathers caked the originally pristine white floor, splotches on crimnson staining the the ground as raven black feathers of varying sizes littered the floor in small piles. He pushed himself up up to stand.

The floor was slippery and crunched under his shoes, before, numbly, he knelt down and stared vacantly at the mess of feathers.

His feathers.

Gabriel hummed sympatheticly. "I know it hurts," he said as he ran his fingers through Crowley's red hair. "But sometimes change hurts, and you'll be doing a lot more, now that you're here."

Crowley could only stare at the Archangel in disbelief, sick to his stomach at the ease in his expression, at the gentle scorn he wore as if he was punishing a child.

His head still throbbed from when he'd been smashed against the ground, his back cried as he tried to sit straight, the roots of his wings burned as the cold air touched bare skin and open wounds.

"Why?" The demon croaked.

Gabriel only snapped his fingers, erasing the mess of blood and feathers in the blink of an eye.

Having his feathers ripped off his wings hurt, but the absence of the feathers hurt worse, deepening the ache in his chest.

The archangel then stood and strode toward the door.

"Every time you grow a black feather, it will be removed, cut out at the root. We'll only stop when... lighter feather grow in," Gabriel instructed, turning his head until he eyed Crowley over his shoulder. "Be lucky it was your wings and not your eyes."

Words failed Crowley as his mouth went dry.

Grow feathers that weren't black, that hadn’t been nearly burned off by sulfuric acid. If any did grow black, rip them out at the root like a weed.

It clicked, just like the door when Gabriel walked through, closed, and locked it behind him.

They couldn't exactly have an angel in Hell for an eternity, and not a demon in Heaven either.

Shakily, stiltedly, Crowley returned to his bed and buried himself under the blanket, letting the remains of his wings tuck away and hide beneath his skin.

Whether it was from the blow to the head or the pain and shock of having his wings permed to nothing, sleep returned quickly, and Crowley wasn't distracted by the infernally blinding light of his cell.

#good omens #good omens aziraphale #good omens crowley #good omens gabriel #ineffable husbands #torture tw #ripping out feathers tw #imprisonment tw #long post #gabriel being an asshole #kind of reverse ineffable husbands #head injury tw #wing abuse tw

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feathersandblue · 5 years

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So, like... I know it’s pretty much been decided by the creators themselves that Qeen is the Good Omens soundtrack, but can we please spend a minute to consider how extremely Depeche Mode our ineffable husbands are. Like...

Crowley pining for Aziraphale:

It’s No Good

I'll be fine I'll be waiting patiently Till you see the signs And come running to my open arms When will you realise Do we have to wait till our worlds collide Open up your eyes You can't turn back the tide

Crowley, stop being so defensive, really:

Walking in My Shoes

I would tell you about the things they put me through The pain I've been subjected to But the Lord himself would blush The countless feasts laid at my feet Forbidden fruits for me to eat But I think your pulse would start to rush Now I'm not looking for absolution Forgiveness for the things I do But before you come to any conclusions Try walking in my shoes

Strangelove

There'll be times When my crimes Will seem almost unforgivable I give in to sin Because you have to make this life livable

But when you think I've had enough From your sea of love I'll take more than another river full Yes, and I'll make it all worthwhile I'll make your heart smile

Strangelove Strange highs and strange lows Strangelove That's how my love goes

And

The Aziraphale theme song:

Halo

You wear guilt Like shackles on your feet Like a halo in reverse

I can feel The discomfort in your seat And in your head it’s worse

There’s a pain A famine in your heart An aching to be free

Can’t you see All love’s luxuries Are here for you and me

And when our worlds They fall apart When the walls come tumbling in Though we may deserve it It will be worth it

Of course, there’s also Aziraphale serenading Crowley:

The Darkest Star

Oh you sad one Playing the Angel Isn't so easy where you're from Oh you wild one Devil's companion You won't stay satisfied for long I don't want you to change Anything you do I don't want you to be Someone else for me Oh you dark one Eternal outsider Caught in the spider's web you've spun Oh you blind one Gentle and kind one Seeing the world as a loaded gun Stay as you are The Darkest Star Shining for me Majestically

And last but not least, more than a little suggestive, your service top Crowley anthem with a Bentley cameo:

Behind the Wheel

My little girl, drive anywhere Do what you want, I don't care Tonight I'm in the hands of fate I hand myself over on a plate now Oh, little girl, there are times when I feel I'd rather not be the one behind the wheel Come, pull my strings Watch me move, I do anything, please

So after all of this, it really turns out that this has been a PSA to Good Omens writers that Depeche Mode is really a goldmine for song-inspired Good Omens fanfic waiting to be written.

You’re welcome.

#good omens #good omens fanfic #ineffable husbands #depeche mode

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 4 years

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@thecorteztwins

I wound up writing a little thing based on those panels you showed me of villains “rehabilitating” (but actually being mind-controlled) at Clear Mountain Center in X-Men 92. This was meant to be a funny story about Fabian in rehab learning how to talk to women, but it got a little disturbing because of the mind-control aspect, and also Avalanche tells a grim little story about baby murder, so warnings for that. But now I’m really tempted to write something about Haven taking the place over and actually Doing It Right.

“So,” Fabian began, speaking in the halting tones of someone attempting to wrap his mind around a difficult concept. “You’re saying you’re not attracted to me?”

“Not in the slightest,” said Tabitha Smith, the mutant known as Boomer (and also Time Bomb, Boom-boom, Meltdown, and whatever other code-name caught her fancy). Her tone was firm, but she smiled at him, as if to soften the blow. “I mean, you’re obviously good-looking, just not my type.”

“Oh, of course, you prefer women. I understand. I am open-minded about such things –“

“Nooooo…..” Boomer cut in, with some slight irritation creeping into her voice. “I’m mostly into guys. Just different types of guys.” Fabian thought hard. He was tempted to spread his legs out wider, to give her a better look at what she was rejecting, but he’d gotten enough tiny power-bombs to the crotch to learn that that was a bad idea. (The low-powered bombs did no real damage, but they certainly stung.)

“I get it, I get it. You are holding yourself back. You are maintaining a professional relationship because you are my counselor.”

“No!” Boomer held her head in her hands for a moment, sighing. “Look, not every woman will find you attractive, okay? Everyone has different preferences. Like, people think Leonard Decaprio is super-hot, and he just doesn’t do anything for me, I’m more of a Brad Pitt girl. It’s not something you need to feel bad about, it doesn’t mean you’re like, ugly, or anything like that.”

Fabian’s mind whirled. This girl was young, beautiful, a powerful mutant, and had showed him such kindness as his mentor. She had a surprising amount of wisdom underneath her shallow and flippant demeanor. And yet, her judgement was so unsound. Perhaps she had some kind of psychological condition, like a strange form of face-blindness? But then, Fabian had been learning to accept many ideas that had previously seemed impossible. The idea of living with the humans in peace. The idea of answering hatred with understanding, not violence. The idea that he should treat others with kindness and respect, instead using them as stepping stones in his quest for status and power.

“Very well,” Fabian began again. It was difficult to force the words out. “I…accept that you do not find me attractive. I….accept that some people…..may….not find me attractive. After all, there are many different preferences in this world.”

“Yeah, dude, exactly. It’s like…some people like Cool Ranch Doritos? And some people prefer Nacho Cheese. There’s no right or wrong, except for the people who like Funyuns, because that shit is nasty.” Fabian wanted to roll at his eyes at her rather low class tastes, but instead he found himself laughing good-naturedly.

“Ha, ha, yes, that is a funny joke,” he said, beaming. It was strange. His mind felt so….slow. Like there was this weight pressing down in it. But at the same time, it was oddly pleasant. A bit like Anne Marie’s more enthusiastic hugs, which always threatened to break the recipient’s back.

“In Spain we have jamon flavored potato chips. Perhaps you would find them interesting to try. I will bring some back the next time I visit home.” He did not add that he had never eaten those chips, they were junk food for peasants, but if this girl found them enjoyable, he would indulge her. It was a nice thing to do, and he found that he wanted to be nice lately. He didn’t entirely understand why.

“Oh dude, that would be amazing!” Boomer exclaimed. “I love trying junk food from other countries. There’s so much cool stuff out there. Did you know that they have, like, a whole ton of Kit-Kat flavors in Japan?”

I don’t care, Fabian wanted to say. I spent my time in Japan eating Kobe beef and blue-fin tuna, not wasting my money on cheap candy.

“No, I didn’t know that,” he said aloud instead. He hadn’t meant to say that. He hadn’t intended to sound so interested, but his mouth and brain did not seem properly connected. The pleasant feeling hung over him, almost suffocating.

“OMG, there are like, so many! There’s strawberry, and sweet potato, and soy sauce, and wasabi – which is like, better than you’d expect – and sake, and…”

Fabian wanted to tell her to stop prattling, but he couldn’t quite find the words. He looked around the outdoor area while she rambled on. There was Blob pruning rhododendron bushes with Storm, the blossoms tiny in his huge, clumsy hands.

“….and blueberry cheesecake, and apple pie, and brown sugar syrup, and cantaloupe which sounds totally disgusting but apparently it’s pretty good, and…”

The Kleinstock brothers and Frenzy were tossing a Frisbee around with Feral and Cannonball, while Vertigo and Arclight were playing scrabble with Polaris and Multiple Man. Ruckus was strumming a guitar, pausing occasionally to sweep his hair back dramatically, and clearly looking around for an audience. Ugh, he was singing “One Tin Soldier.” Fabian hated that song. Fabian hated……a lot of things that were happening at that moment.

“….and maple, and pumpkin, and chestnut, and green tea, and Tokyo Banana, because apparently that’s a thing, and..”

He hated listening to this stupid girl spew out every thought in her empty brain. He hated sitting in group therapy and listening to the peons that he shared the facility with whining about their inconsequential problems. He hated having to hug people. He hated being stuck in this adult daycare while he should be leading his Acolytes to victory against humankind (and racking up a few kill points for the Upstarts while he was at it.) Something in his mind was breaking free.

“Enough!” he snapped, jumping to his feet. “This isn’t right! I shouldn’t be here!” Boomer paused in her Kit-Kat flavor recital.

“Whoa, dude. Chill out. You need a time-out, or something? Maybe you need some time in the Angry Room.”

“No, I do not need some time in the Angry Room,” Fabian snarled. “I don’t belong here with the rest of these losers, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m….I’m so much better than the rest of you. I’m practically a god! I should be….should be –“ His eyebrow twitched. His body shuddered, and a fixed grin came over his face.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying things like that. What am I thinking? We’re all special in our own way. I just want us all to be friends,” Fabian continued. A single tear leaked out of one corner of his eye.

“Hey, good job, man,” said Boomer, patting him on the shoulder. “You recognized a negative thought pattern, and then, like, stopped it. That totally deserves a Hershey Kiss.” She tossed him the silver wrapped chocolate.

“Thank you.” Fabian shuddered again, and then his body seemed to relax, his tense smile softening into one that seemed genuine, if a bit dazed. “I like Hershey Kisses.”

“Don’t we all, buddy.”

“They are good,” Fabian continued, pulling the foil off and popping the chocolate in his mouth absent-mindedly. “This place is a good place. We are all good here.”

At the table, another group was mid-way through a fairly intense game of Uno. Most of the group (X-Men included), would have preferred poker, but apparently that wasn’t wholesome enough the rehabilitation process.

“I’m just saying, we didn’t start the war.” Avalanche slapped down a card, perhaps slightly too hard. “Humans want to stomp out anyone who’s different. That’s the whole damn history of the human race.”

“But nothing will change if we continue the cycle of violence,” argued Colossus.

“We must ‘turn the other cheek,’” agreed Nightcrawler. “Send out a message of peace and love.” He betrayed that sentiment by tossing down a Draw Four card.

“Yeah, and the guy that did that got nailed to a cross, didn’t he?” Avalanche retorted. “Didn’t work out so well for him.”

“You can’t be expecting us to imitate Christ, can ya?” Pyro put in, throwing a Reverse on the stack. “He was all flawless and perfect and ‘ineffable,’ right? And he had a get-out-of-death-free card. We ain’t got that.”

“You could have that, by the Grace of God –“ Nightcrawler began, than stopped, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, this is not the right place for that conversation. I know religion is very personal, and everyone must make their own choices. But I will talk about it with any of you privately, if you want.”

“All I’m saying is, humans have tried to bloody kill us,” Pyro continued. “Are we supposed to just lie down and take it? I’ve had people turn on me, even back before the Brotherhood, before I committed any crimes. People that I thought I could trust.” The cards in his hand crumpled as his fist clenched.

“Humans are fucking brutal. I’ve seen…..” Avalanche shook his head. “There was a woman back on Kalymnos, gave birth to a baby with gills. Nothing wrong with the kid otherwise, it was just a cute baby. But people acted like it was the damn anti-Christ. Her husband moved out and wouldn’t have anything to do with her. And one day….” A slight tremor rippled across the table as he continued. “One day some guy just snatched the baby out of her arms and threw it down on the rocks. I’ll never forget how she screamed. And nothing ever happened to the guy. He was a murderer, and the police did nothing. Everyone just pretended that it never happened –“ The table shook visibly now, the vibrations spreading out into the ground around them.

“Tovarish, please calm down. I understand how that memory must pain you, but –“

The vibrations suddenly stopped. For a moment, Avalanche looked confused, then a dull smile spread across his face.

“I’m sorry, friends. I just get upset sometimes, thinking about that. I shouldn’t dwell on such horrible memories.”

“Yes, we should just think about good things,” Pyro agreed, wearing the same sickly smile. “We are in a good place. We are all good here.”

Sitting in the sun on the roof, Toad wrapped his arms around himself, smiling. He felt….good. For the first time that he could remember, he was entirely at peace with himself. He wasn’t plagued with anxiety at every social interaction, waiting for the inevitable rejection, wasn’t miserable when he looked into the mirror. No more flashbacks or sudden fits of sadness or anger. He woke up and was actually eager to get out of bed in the morning, eager for a day that he knew would bring good things. And people were actually being nice to him! There was no superficial politeness or poorly hidden disgust, no cheap pity. Just genuine kindness. His counselors and the other former super-villains actually seemed glad to see him every day.

Of course, sometimes it felt too good to be true. Sometimes he would look around and everything would feel slightly off, like one of those hyper-realistic dreams where you can only tell that you’re dreaming because something in your room is out of place. He felt like he was constantly wrapped in a blanket of warm air, and it was so good and comforting, but it made him dull and sleepy. (Perhaps this was what being drunk was supposed to be like? For the normal people? When Toad tried alcohol, it only seemed to make him sad.) Things were very hazy, and it was hard to put his thoughts together. But that didn’t matter, did it? Because finally he was safe and happy, and everyone was so nice.

“This is a good place,” he said aloud to no one in particular. “We are all good here.”

#fabian cortez #dominic petros #avalanche #pyro #st. john allerdyce #toad #mortimer toynbee

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inbarfink · 5 years

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It’s funny how even Crowley and Aziraphale’s ship dynamic subverts our expectations of Demons = Evil and Angels = Good. Like, if you assume this is a story about a ‘Good’ Angel and an ‘Evil’ Demon being in love, you’d assume the total opposite of their actual relationship dynamic.

Like, usually in ships like that on the total opposite of the morality scale... It’s the Good One who is pushing forward for the relationship, that’s trying to reach out for the emotionally guarded not-too-evil-Evil-One. It’s not PURELY one-sided, but it is the Good One who’s usually advocating for Love and the two of them being Not So Different, and helping the other out selflessly and being kind and supportive, while the Evil One is doing most of the pushing away and advocating that they should be enemies and being a jerk but oh they secretly do care about the other. Again, it’s not so one-sided or it’s kinda Fucked Up, but that’s usually the general jist.

This is pretty much entirely reversed in the Crowley and Aziraphale dynamic. Yeah, Crowley is emotionally guarded and angsty - but he’s also the one who’s reaching out for Aziraphale, trying to make their relationship more than enemies, a tense allyship or business partners. He’s the first one to realize that he loves Aziraphale and that Aziraphale might feel the same (or at least doesn’t hate him). He’s the one who’s constantly saving Az’s Dumb Ass fron danger (Until 6000 years later Aziraphale helps him out selflessly too). He only pushes Aziraphale away when Aziraphale pushes him away first (”Oh I don’t even like you” “FINE I DON’T LIKE YOU EITHER”). And Aziraphale DOES his share of pushing the other away, let’s not forget that. Whatever it’s because they’re *supposed* to hate each other or out of fear for Crowley’s safety (which is also a classic Evil One move). Aziraphale is *friendly*, but he can hardly admit to himself that he likes Crowley more than just the general way he’s supposed to be friendly to everyone. Crowley is a jerk, and yet his affection for Aziraphale is clear on every part of his stupid pining face. And this isn’t a story about Aziraphale helping Crowley to the side of Good, Crowley is the one pushing Aziraphale to HIS side - or rather, THEIR side.

Cause Crowley’s not the ‘Evil’ one and Aziraphale’s not the ‘Good’ one. Neither Heaven or Hell are any sort of Good Guys in this narrative. And questioning conventions, disobeying and persuing desires are Demonic Virtues, while Self-Righteousness, Clinging to Outdated Values, Obedience... are all Angelic Sins. It comes up a lot whenever I try and Crossover Good Omens. Lots of ships that follow the general jist of Ineffable Husbands have X character have a very Aziraphale-like personality and aesthetic and character Y has a very Crowley-like personality and aesthetic - but their actual narrative of falling in love plays out the other way around! So it’s basically a choice between what’s more important to those characters, is it weirder that Phoenix Wright is the meaner one or that he basically gets Edgeworth’s character arc???

#Good Omens #aziraphale #Crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow

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ineffableplanner · 3 years

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Newsletter #75 - The week of Saturday July 24th 2021 - Saturday July 31st 2021

What’s new this week? New zine open for applications and a new interest check.

Go forth, have fun! Create much!

If you run a GO tumblr with recs or resources, let me know. It will have a proper

If any discord servers go AWOL or you feel one should be added (remember to clear it with the MODS first) feel free to let me know.

Ineffable Con 3 (Booking is OPEN! Event is October 22nd-24th)

EVENTS WITH DEADLINES

[LAST DAYS] Good Omens July Celebration - July 19th - 25th

Miss Fell's Bookshop - (Discord has opened - Deadline unknown)

Good Omens Bingo 2021 [runs the entire year of 2021] (note that I am affiliated with this event) SIGN-UPS ARE OPEN

EVENTS WITHOUT DEADLINES

Good Omens Zine Archive (mainly of interest to zine publisher/handlers)

Jukebox Event - (no deadline)

We’re On Our Own Side - weekly prompts (no deadline)

Good Omens Fic Rec Bingo - (no deadline available)

T-RECS Tuesdays (GO fanfic recommendations) (no deadline/ongoing)

#ButterOmens (ongoing multi media event(writing/art/whatever you want))

Encourage good feedback (no deadline/ongoing)

OPEN for sign-ups

[NEW] Reverse Omens (app close Aug 30th)

OPEN for mod/help applications

Let me know if you’re looking and want a boost

INTEREST CHECK

[NEW] Red Tape - Ineffable Bureaucracy Zine - INTEREST CHECK OPEN CLOSES JULY 27TH

Warlock Chronicles - INTEREST CHECK OPEN

As always, when entering a discord server, follow its rules, check out the dos and don’ts and don’t harass the mods or your server sibs.

Ace Omens Discord Server - Click here for information post (link updated feb 13th)

Do-it-with-style - runs various events. Takes all ages.

Fuck Yeah Good Omens Characters - give the other characters apart from Aziraphale and Crowley some love. Takes all ages, NSFW optional.

Good Omens Fic Writers (you don't have to be one to join! Direct link to server)

Good Omens Party House (18+) - Click here for information post

Good Omens Stitch-A-Long (ever wanted to learn how to stitch?) - Click here for information post

Good Omens Whump (18+) - Click here for direct access

Ineffable Wives Discord Server - Click here for direct access

Soft Omens Snuggle House (18+)- Click here for information post

Book Omens (book) - This is a community for the novel Good Omens, by Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. There are communities for tv!omens, specific GO ships, and mixed book, radio and tv content, but we've been lacking one that's focused on just the book, so here we are!

GoodOmens - A community for the book by Neil Gaiman & Sir Terry Pratchett and its adaptions to radio and TV with an extra large helping of Ineffable Husbands/Wives/Partners.

Good Omens (TV) - Community for the TV version of Good Omens

Ineffable Husbands, Ineffable Wives, Ineffable Partners - A community solely for Aziraphale and Crowley from the Good Omens book/radio adaption/TV series being in some kind of romantic or platonic relationship. =) Please read the "Rules and Info" section before posting/reblogging here!

If you have any suggestions for blogs with recs and/or resources, feel free to let me know.

Recs by Dannye Chase/@holycatsandrabbits

Recs by Prolix (various pairings done by tags)

**Ineffable Husbands Fanfiction and Fanworks** (FB group, requires membership)

Community Calendar (Trello) can be viewed here (it is updated through the week if I hear of any events to add and will often have some more information on the events/zines etc.).

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This newsletter is mirrored on pillowfort and tumblr and announced on twitter.

* This is something tumblr never learned but PF has adopted from the old LJ format - if anyone wants a PF invite, just ask - we get 3 per week anyway to give away and there are pillowforters who will happily share invites.

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If you have an event you want to add to the calendar and the weekly Newsletter, don’t hesitate to let me know either in the asks/PM or via ineffableplanner (@) gmail dot com.

Also, feel free to share this post. This blog is NOT for reblogging of events, but for listing and perhaps making it a bit easier for everyone to keep track of these events before they’ve come AND gone ;)

Disclaimer: I am not running any of these zines, events or servers (in the few cases where I am involved in the mod work, I will make note of this). Please use your common sense and if you feel you’ve entered an event/zine/server/community you feel uneasy about, do not hesitate to step away from it. You may let me know if there’s a problem with one, but please know that I am not able to police every single one of them, nor will I play God in other people’s domains. I will let the mods know there is a problem (without mentioning your name and if it’s grave enough, take the link off), but please do not expect miracles and do not use me as your tool to get back at servers/server mods for personal reasons. I abhor being pulled into fandom wars and kerfluffles.

#Good Omens Events #Good Omens Zines #Good Omens Newsletter #IneffablePlanner

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