#risen crowley

[aziraphales-library]

My, thank you for your constant service with providing fics to us! I wonder, do you happen to know about any fics where Crowley is turned back into an angel?

You are so very welcome! We have some risen Crowley fics here, and I have some more for you now...

Unwanted Redemption by CaspianTheGeek (T)

The angels decide that it hurts appearances to have an angel in a relationship with a demon. They can't force Aziraphale to fall, so instead they redeem his demon. Crowley, however, is of the opinion he was perfect just as he was.

"Crowley staggered to his feet. No, no they couldn’t have. It’s impossible. How. There was no way this could happen. He glanced around to be sure no humans were nearby and then let his wings unfurl.

They were white. As white as Aziraphale’s. Their obsidian beauty washed away. He reached for his familiar scarf, just to give himself something to touch as his brain ran wild. Only to realize it was gone. He glanced down and saw his clothes had changed into a white suit.

He hissed."

White is Not the New Black by AughtPunk (G)

You know, I thought to myself, I've seen so many lovely 'Fallen Aziraphale' fics but not a single 'Risen Crowley' fic. Time to fix that.

Or: Crowley wakes up with an odd warm fuzzy feeling in his chest and doesn't like it at all.

forgiveness (can you imagine) by snowkatze (M)

And hungrily, hungrily, he dreams, a soft warm hand grasping skinny fingers. Yellow eyes and dark heart forgotten. What was once wretched. What was once wicked. Forgiven. Skin that has forgotten the shape of scales. I recognize you. I see you. We are the same.

***

After Beelzebub slams the door to Hell in his face, Crowley walks to Aziraphale's bookshop, but he can tell that something is off. He falls to his knees in pain - and then he realizes. She is making him Rise. It's painful. It's what he would never admit that he wanted. (Maybe now he can be loved.)

Parallax by Crystalshard (M)

God's ways are ineffable, but She rather likes this angel and demon duo who prevented the Apocalypse. So She gives Crowley the choice to Rise back to Heaven. Taking that offer, however, leads to more trouble than anyone (except possibly God) ever expected.

Some strangeness in the proportion by trailingoff (T)

‘I assume your punishment involved the destruction of the demon, but I am not aware of the details,’ says the Angel. ‘The description was redacted from your file and labelled “Highly Classified” with a red stamp.’

*

Aziraphale is trying to mourn in peace, but the cause of his grief keeps bothering him.

When We Find There's Life on Earth After All by jane_with_a_j (T)

An angel awakens in Heaven from a six thousand year coma, the result of a head injury taken in the First War.

He's missed everything. The entire history of the Earth. Well, except for one thing. He hasn't missed the apocalypse, because the apocalypse, for some reason, didn't happen, and no one seems to know why - or if they do know, they won't say.

He has questions. And if the rumours are true, there's one angel who might have answers: the Principality Aziraphale.

Aziraphale isn't at all what he expected.

And nothing, as it turns out, is quite what it seems.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #risen demon crowley #risen crowley #angel crowley #mod d

[zarnzarn]

i don't really think you can reinstate the demons without consequences

#good omens #good omens spoilers #steven universe #crowley #aziraphale #gabriel #beelzebub #risen crowley #the angel you knew is gone #SU VIBES AND ALSO IF THEIR PHYSICAL FORMS SHOW THE DAMAGE ITS. IT WOULD BR EVERYTHING. #animatic #i spent. all of two hours total on this and all of one minute on the 'other guys' slide #but also!!! s3 hc that the metatron tries to rise/eliminate the demons #aziraphale was fighting him but crowley got hit anyway

[hellandholywater]

Ineffable Wetlands Critters

Ok, but what if Crowley was an alligator and Aziraphale was an albino alligator, and they had a meetcute at the aquarium...

#good omens #I went to the aquarium a few days ago #the good omens brainrot has risen to new lows #omg there was only one enclosure... #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale/crowley #aziracrow #good omens memes #good omemes #I spent way too long on this stupid meme #good omens shitpost

[ineffable-baker-street]

i open up my good omens book to reread it, get a few pages in and am slapped in the face with

"Really, my dear."

THE OBSESSION IS RETURNING I CAN FEEL ITTT

#i have risen from the dead btw #hows life with yall #good omens #neil gaiman #crowley #crowley and aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable idiots #crowley my beloved #aziraphale is adorable

[bringthekaos]

Look, I know it’s the exact same wing, flipped and color swapped, but like… it looks to me like both of their wings are in LOADS better shape in the new poster… almost like… they’ve had someone… to groom them…

#wing kink ACTIVATED #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #omg I have risen from the dead to post GO again imagine that

[checkingunpowderpower]

stars!! stars everywhere!!

drew fanart of Jophiel from @asleepyy 's Oopsie omens AU!!

#good omens #oopsie omens #oopsie!omens #jophiel #good omens fanart #artists on tumblr #go fanart #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens crowley #go crowley #yes i am ALIVE #I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD #well ive always been here #but not active LOL #WATCH THIS SILLY SHOW IT IS WORTH IT #ineffable husbands #meri draws #my art

[fellshish]

I love long haired femme presenting and genderfluid crowley to death but also i like to headcanon that the reason crowley is going for a more masc look and a short hairstyle in these modern times is because his feelings for aziraphale have risen more and more to the surface and his male presentation is a reflection of him seeing this as an inherently queer love that he wants to present as queer to the world

#good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #watch me project my own stuff onto fictional characters lol #but i hope you guys get what i mean here #trans

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 3

Three are now dead, but the killer seems to be caught ... but this night is not over until the room is found.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Silver, Cater Diamond

Content; Unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Death, murder, blood, anxiety, kidnapping, overall dead dove content warnings

Word Count; 1.1 K

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As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)

The body count had risen to three; Dire Crowley, the Ramshackle Prefect (whose blood still stained the floor, the iron scent permeating the air), and now, Divus Crewel as well, the latest victim. One minute the professor was alive, shaking from anger that one of his students was killed on his watch and that he was the prime suspect of the killings. But now he was sprawled out on the ground, killed in an instant.

The remaining students — Vil, Rook, Azul, Jade, Silver, and Cater — were silent, processing what exactly had just happened. The lights had flickered only for a minute, and in that minute, the killer had struck. But the silence was broken by a deafening clap of thunder, lightning illuminating the windows, and bringing everyone back to the present, to their laughably horrible situation that they had found themselves in by sheer chance and bad luck and timing.

Silver sat down on the staircase, and put his head in between his legs, taking deep breaths. Despite his training, he did not consider that he would be witnessing death so soon. The small part of his brain that had a sliver of hope that his friend had survived their gruesome injury, but he was just lying to himself; no one could survive that.

Vil was pacing, hands clasped behind his back, and he was muttering to himself. He thought he could read people, what with being raised amongst the stars that hid behind too-sweet smiles that belied venomous words. What was there to gain from any of this?

Rook was cracking his knuckles, and then rubbing his eyes, trying to think of why this was happening. While he could appreciate the hunt, this was something entirely different. Yet, it also reminded him of several books; one being a murder mystery, and the other about the deadliest game, of hunting a fellow person.

Azul was shaking and biting his nails, his resolve long gone. Had he made himself the enemy of one of his peers? Was he going to be next? He was supposed to just be perfecting a potion recipe for the next test, yet he found himself way above his head.

Jade looked at Azul, taking in that his house warden and friend was shaking more than the leaves outside in the howling wind. He too was disturbed by the night's events, sick to his stomach even, but he couldn’t show weakness, especially if he wanted to see it through.

And Cater? He was paler than a ghost, a cold sweat glistening on his forehead, and he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his throat. His cheery smile had left long ago, and now panic was fully starting to take control. Why? Why? Whywhywhy? WHY?! Yet he stayed silent.

No one spoke, but they eyed each other with caution. Every time that they had went to the mirror and they voted through it, someone died. Was it the mirror? No… no, that didn’t make sense… None of this made any sense though. 

“No more votin-” Silver whispered.

Cater cracked his head around, green eyes judging every move the underclassman made. “And why’s that, Silver?” His voice was shaky, but Cater wasn’t trusting him or anyone for that matter. “Afraid that-”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Vil barked, commanding everyone’s attention, eyes all on him. But he was used to eyes being on him, and he stayed cool, despite how this may damn him into being guilty in their eyes. He didn’t care at the moment though, all he cared about was no one else dying. “Look at what being suspicious of each other has brought us,” his eyes wandered to the dark clotted blood that had now gone cold. He swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat, keeping the calm mask up. “I agree with Silver though; voting through the mirror only ends up with someone… dead.”

“Then how do we proceed, Roi du Poison?” Rook asked, falling to his house warden’s side. His eyes looked over everyone, picking up their behaviours, emotions, and any tells.

Azul’s head snapped up. “The potion-” he started muttering to himself, before clearing his throat and gaining his composure again. “A truth potion, but one that shows the truth about the situation, we can use that to find the killer.”

Cater looked at Silver, and offered him his hand; a peace offering. Silver took it, and brought himself up on wobbly knees. A truce.

Jade placed his hand on Azul’s shoulder, offering him a bit of comfort that not everyone was out to get him. “Was that what you were working on?”

Azul nodded, and he started making his way towards the alchemy lab, where hopefully they could put an end to the killer’s little charade once and for all.

…

…

Vil helped Azul make the potion, and both students kept a keen eye on the other, but they made it without incident. And to show the others that they hadn’t tampered with it at all, they took it first, with the others shortly following suit.

“What about the room?” Silver asked.

“We can figure that out once we find the killer,” Jade countered.

Everyone looked at each other, taking in any minute details, but everyone was calm; the potion apparently did wonders to calm the nerves… but that in itself was a dangerous effect, since now everyone’s guards were down, making them easy targets.

Vil took in a breath and released it. “Who killed Dire Crowley? Why did you then kill the Prefect, and then Professor Crewel?” 

But no one spoke up.

“It isn’t me,” Vil said confidently, hoping that his speaking up prompted the others to follow suit.

Cater was to his left, and he spoke next. “I didn’t do it.”

Then Silver, “Or me… I couldn’t do something like this…”

“I did not do it either,” Jade offered.

Azul’s eyes went wide, and he eyed the next person in line. “The killer isn’t me.”

All eyes fell on the last person left in their little circle; Rook. With all of them but him left, that only left him.

He let out a throaty, quiet, chuckle. “I suppose this game has run its course,” he tipped his hat to them, green eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. “As for why? Hmmm,” he hummed, and the hairs on everyone’s necks stood on end. There was something off about Rook, this wasn’t Rook. 

“You’ll find that out when you guess the room.”

What?

Everyone took a step closer to each other, away from Rook, and they whispered amongst each other, voting on what room Crowley’s murder took place in.

“Alchemy lab,” Cater spoke for the group, trying to keep his resolve as Rook seemed to stare into the very contents of his soul, like he was searching for something.

Rook stepped forward, still smiling. “Ah, désolé Monsieur Magicam,” the whites of his eyes started turning black, “but you would be wrong.” The lights flickered again, and in the seconds of darkness, Rook was gone, and so was Cater.

GOOGLE FORM (voting will end Wednesday, October 18th at 9pm EST)

SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) DECEASED - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) MURDERER - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach) MISSING

ROOMS:

- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab (eliminated in Chapter 3) - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)

…

To be continued

#dove does events #twst #twisted wonderland #twst murder mystery #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #twst silver #cater diamond #cw death #cw murder #cw blood #cw kidnapping #dead dove do not eat #oh you though it was going to be over once you found the killer? *evil laugh* oh my sweet readers no no it isn't #aka i remember the deadliest game plus i just watched the exorcist so yeah I'm tying those in #now if you don't mind me i'm going to cram those lessons in twst since i have 25 left until i can continue with the event

[giantmushyfriend]

One of the many fan theories that will absolutely wreck me any day of the week is the theory that when Aziraphale sees Crowley in Rome for the first time since the resurrection, he asks Crowley if he's still a demon because Aziraphale wants to believe that Crowley may have been Risen. Because in Aziraphale's eyes, he knows deep down that Crowley is good, even if Aziraphale knows that, based on what he has been told, Crowley shouldn't be. He knows Crowley doesn't belong in hell and doesn't belong working for Satan, but because of this divided thinking he's been imprinted with, it means that Crowley automatically belongs in heaven. And if the resurrection was meant to forgive everyone of their sins, anyone who asked for forgiveness, then why was Crowley still on earth as a demon?

I can't help but yearn for a line in a fic that goes something like, "If all sins were forgiven with the death of Jesus, why was Crowley still here? Why had he, who was inherently good, been left? Why had the person who had deserved forgiveness the most been left behind? Aziraphale, in that small tavern nestled within the streets of Rome, glances towards the ceiling and the creator he's fought not to question this entire time, 'Why not him? Why didn't he die for the forgiveness of of all your creations?'"

We've seen this paradox of Aziraphale, an angel of the Almighty herself, losing his faith and a demon who still has his. And I need it so biblically for it to be explored more.

It would kill me, but I would devour it.

#good omens theory #good omens #michael sheen #neil gaiman #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #Aziraphale's religious trauma #Crowley's mommy issues

[vidavalor]

Potatoes

The word potato comes from the Spanish patata which, in turn, came from the Taino batata. Batata referred to the sweet potato. It is thought that it merged with the Quechua papa (which referred to other varieties of potato) to become the Spanish patata, which eventually became the English word potato. Patata also means potato in Italian but, in that language, it is also slang for lady parts.

Crowley says that when Aziraphale says 'potato', Crowley, temporarily Scottish and messing around with pronunciation, says that he says 'excellent...' or does he?... as the wordplay is in that it comes out sounding virtually identical to...

Eggcellent: Combination of egg and excellent, which can be used to refer to both eggs and Easter.

Some punny Jesus-and-lesbians humor in The Resurrectionist episode. Crowley is risen at the prospect of some fish and chips.

#ineffable husbands #good omens meta #aziracrow #good omens 2 #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #the resurrectionists #ineffable husbands speak #etymology

[lineffability]

Kiss Roulette: 25. A kiss that's an accident <3

—but you poor dear, how much work you burden yourself with from a sense of guilt; I see you bent over your work, your neck bared, I'm standing behind you, but you don't know it—please don't be frightened if you feel my lips on the back of your neck, I didn't mean to kiss it, it's only love which can't be helped . . .

Franz Kafka · July 31, 1920, Letters to Milena (1952)

-;-;-;-

"It- it was an accident?"

"An accident? Crowley, dear, you-" Aziraphale wrung his hands, his face as red as Crowley's hair - as Crowley's face, too. They stood awkwardly, like startled deer, Crowley leaning backwards, Aziraphale tall as a statue risen from his desk chair. "You kissed me."

"Only on the neck," Crowley protested weakly, regretting the words immediately: they were an admission. Because of course Aziraphale was right - he had kissed him.

The thing was, both of them had only realized this after the kiss had been placed and left there, forlornly, while Crowley had drawn back in shock and bared his guilty, rogue lips.

Slowly, Crowley had blinked. Slowly, Aziraphale had turned his head.

Frantically, they had jolted into action - and frozen in it.

He had kissed him.

On that soft neck, the nape of it, where cloudy tufts of hair gave way to soft skin, and a little scrub, too, harder hair which had pressed against his lips, which had touched the angel ever so reverently.

Why had he done that?

Aziraphale had been deep in thought, concentrated on his work, but that was not it: he had looked guilty, repentant, with his head bowed so low and his tea not even touched, even though Crowley had taken care to keep it warm for him.

Aziraphale had not apologized for leaving. Crowley had not apologized for staying behind.

But here they were now, back together, feeling both wrong and so very right, and it was different.

Aziraphale showed his repentance even if he didn't voice it, choosing instead to throw himself into the task of averting the Second Coming. Crowley showed his regret even if he didn't voice it, staying close wordlessly, never leaving his side, ready to protect them both if need be.

But that's not the thing that was different - they'd drawn apart and then close again more times than humans could count, ever so hopeful about their inevitable togetherness. Even if this time had hurt more than ever before.

It had hurt more than ever before because it was different, afterwards.

Feelings had been voiced - lips touched - bodies shaken.

And then they had been thrown back together, and it had happened again. Just once more. Lips touched. The bodies shook differently, the second time, a soft trembling that gave way to tears no longer held back. Softer, gentler. They hadn't voiced any feelings that time, but they had kissed them.

And then they were back together: a team.

But they still hadn't spoken about it. Not the first kiss, not the second.

And now the third? Did it count? Crowley wanted to evaporate into a drain.

He'd just wanted to alleviate the pain, to take a little weight off the heavy, heavenly head. Aziraphale's skin tasted of ambrosia. Still of Heaven, not of him. Still an Archangel.

Never all his.

But Aziraphale smiled. There, before him, after he had thoughtlessly kissed his neck, Aziraphale was smiling at him through his embarrassment, and his wringing hands stilled as he took a step and placed them on Crowley's arms. His gaze was open, almost curious.

"Why did you do that?"

Crowley squirmed. "Don't- c'mon, do I have to- why?" He took a breath. "You know why."

"I do?"

"You do."

Aziraphale nodded slowly, once, a small smile still on his lips. He didn't press on. Instead, he moved his hands along Crowley's arms, upwards. They came to a rest on the nape of his neck.

"Will you do it again? In... in the future?"

"In the future?" Crowley's voice came out a little thin. Future sounds good. The future of the world we will save. Our future.

Aziraphale assented. "On the neck."

"Y- y..."

"Like this." Carefully, Aziraphale leaned forward, into him, and ghosted his lips across the nape of Crowley's neck. He heard him inhale.

Their lips hadn't even touched, this time, but Crowley trembled. Shook. Needed to voice it.

"I will. I will do it again."

"Good."

Aziraphale pulled back. He exhaled, shakily.

"I kissed you," Crowley admitted at last, if a little unnecessarily, and lifted his shoulders helplessly. "I didn't mean to, but it... it can't be helped. It's only..."

"Love?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that."

They kissed again, then: lips on lips, gently, contently, as if the world wasn't ending. Briefly, Crowley wondered if it counted as their third or fourth kiss, but decided it didn't really matter. He was feeling optimistic: he hoped he would lose count soon enough.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #my writing #inefficable #good omens fanfiction #my drabbles #for you fable my love #i couldn't help it #was scrolling tumblr in the passenger seat and came across this quote and remembered this aak

[aziraphales-library]

I know many of the fics post season 2 will be Aziraphale rejecting Heaven and leaving with Crowley, but are there fics of Crowley accepting Aziraphale (reluctantly or not) and going to Heaven with him? :)

Here are some where Crowley goes to heaven...

I'll Come With You by MikkMeek (G)

“I’ll come.” Aziraphale stilled, eyes widening and mouth stuck open. “What?” It was barely a whisper, but Crowley heard it loud and clear. He heard the mixture of confusion and relief mixed into Aziraphale’s tone as if he was unsure of what Crowley was agreeing to. “I’ll come with you.” A lump formed in Crowley’s throat as he forced the words out of himself. “To heaven.” - Or: Crowley goes to heaven with Aziraphale.

if we can’t find where we belong (we’ll have to make it on our own) by Mayverix (T)

It took Crowley all of five minutes to direct the Bentley into an impossibly tight and extremely illegal U-turn. Because Aziraphale had just done something, and Aziraphale wouldn’t do that. Not anymore. Once, maybe, he would have chosen Heaven over everything, but this Aziraphale had walked Crowley’s body into Hell and asked for a rubber duck. This Aziraphale had almost shot the antichrist. This Aziraphale didn’t want to go back to Heaven, which Crowley knew because he’d told him so. —— Immediately following season 2 episode 6, Crowley goes after Aziraphale.

Put me back in it by imnotcryingipromise (G)

Crowley concedes to Aziraphale's wishes and joins him in heaven. The kiss never happens. In a heated argument about duty, Crowley reveals the real reason he chose to follow the angel. The kindling of their romance proves to have devastating consequences. *** "I would do it again, Crowley.”

a painted veil (for all the stars in the sky) by pantheralupus (T)

Red hair, combed back and held by an alice band. A snake wrought not in ash, but in gold, curled just by the ear. A small, hesitant smile. Warm brown eyes. Aziraphale's breath caught in his throat, hardly daring to believe what he was seeing. "Hello, angel," whispered Crowley.

After returning to Heaven, Aziraphale begins to regret his decision to leave Crowley. Then to his surprise, Crowley rejoins him. But all is not as it seems…

Pure of Heart by syrupfactory (M)

Aziraphale had watched Crowley walk away, watched the door close behind him. All that remained was the peculiar tingle lingering on Aziraphale’s lips. But then, Crowley came back inside. What had changed his mind? Aziraphale never got the chance to ask. Moments later, the two of them were on the elevator with the Metatron. Aziraphale remembered it clearly as the last time he was truly happy. Canon divergence where Crowley agreed to return to Heaven with Aziraphale, only for Crowley's memory to be wiped immediately as part of his "second chance" at being an angel.

Factory Settings by Anonymous (T)

Crowley gets reinstated as an angel.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #angel crowley #canon divergence #mod d #risen demon crowley

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

a good omens grieving update because if I'm crying at 5 am you better be too.

Good morning, maggoty loves of mine. Despite all attempts to distract myself and you all with wedding cakes and dresses and textposts, it is five in the fucking morning, and I've been crying for half an hour already.

I'm listening to the Pentatonix cover of Hallelujah on loop and I will never be normal about anything ever again and there is nothing you, I, God, Satan or even Neil can do about it.

@mirrorleaf was kind enough to hijack my stupid royal family post with this fucking gorgeous edit of season 1 set to Hallelujah. Thank you, I'm now fucking sobbing and I found another edit again of season 1 and then I read fics and now I'm NOT FUCKING OKAY.

All the times Aziraphale looks up to Heaven and prays, how hopeful and desperate he is, and then the way he looks at Crowley while he's pinned against the wall, entirely calm and sure and safe.

And the song playing with Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah over Crowley crying over alcohol when he thought Aziraphale had died. I'm not okay.

I need to watch season 1 again. When I watched it first, it was in two installments with you maggots on livestream, and the first installment was like two days after I was kidnapped as Mascot of Good Omens. Needless to say, it was all a fever dream.

Then I watched this edit now and there's so much. There's so much fucking layers and emotion and nuance that I didn't notice. And it's absolutely going to wreck me and then I'll have to rewatch season 2 and by then I'll have no self-preservation and I'll have read the book and I'll never ever be okay again and I'll have to live with it.

You all really just found a guy on the internet and fucking wrecked him, huh. This fandom really just did that. Now salt and pepper shakers made me think about Crowley's Fall and the inherent transience of human nature and The angel you knew is not me.

It hurts. I thought I was ridiculous about Drarry. No I was entirely fucking reasonable about Drarry. This is a gut punch except to the throat. Repeatedly.

I remember when I made a post a day or two after finishing season 2 and someone, @thescholarlystrumpet it was probably you, told me that grief isn't a linear process and to take care. To anyone outside this broken fandom, that would seem like a disproportional response to a show's season 2 finale when we know that it will end happily. Everyone in this fandom knows how much that reminder is needed, though.

Besides, though we know that the show ends happily, we know that Aziraphale and Crowley will be together and it is inevitable, how does it still fucking hurt so much? I knew all the spoilers, technically, of the show before I started, and it still surprised me with the emotions.

I had to stop writing this post for a few minutes because an image came to my mind and I had to sketch it. Of how I'd felt when I came here, lonely and frightened, and how the fandom grabbed me and forced me to watch the show and how much it hurts and how beautiful it is and how it feels like a mirror. A shattered mirror, one that's soaked with all our blood and tears, but it showed me I wasn't alone. So here, have this brief sketch and do NOT come at with about pretentiousness my beloved maggots because for one, I have always aspired to be pretentious and for another, THE SUN HASN'T FUCKING RISEN AND I'VE BEEN IN TEARS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Congratulations, the next time anyone asks you if you've ever killed anyone, every one of you can confidently say that yes, you are indeed directly responsible for murder. My blood is on your hands, motherfuckers, you adopted a Mascot and then killed him.

#good omens mascot #good omens #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #good omens fandom #maggots #crowley #lgbtqia #aziraphale #neil gaiman #good omens 1 #good omens season 1 #ineffable divorce #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #final fifteen #ineffable fandom #good omens brainrot #ineffable brainrot #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #good omens edit #good omens 2 #hallelujah

[yuri-is-online]

Hello hello! Anon here. First of all, congratulations on getting accepted for your courses! Don't worry about trying to balance work and the blog, we will always be here waiting for you. Second of all, your whole Yutu AU has been really fascinating to look through. (Though that may be because of my bias toward Fire Emblem Awakening, as it was what got me into the series) Sorry for the incoming wall of text, but it's been giving me THOUGHTS.

So imagine this: whoever Yutu's dad is (I'll pick Azul for this example because I headcannon his English voice somewhere between Matt Mercer's Chrom and Olivert from The Legend of Heroes games) finds out who Yutu really is. You remember that cutscene after Chapter 13 in Awakening, with the Lucina reveal and Chrom has this: "You deserved better than a sword and a world full of troubles. I'm sorry."? Imagine Yutu hearing something like that: the acknowledgement of everything he's gone through, the pain of knowing his dad couldn't do anything and can't do anything more than offer words, and the reality that it might now be really possible to change the future? I imagine Azul breaking down after hearing all that because the last thing he wants to do is hurt Yuu or his son after everything he's been through. Oh goodness, the two of them both need hugs.

Second: did Crowley tip off the Magic Marshalls (because I think he would) and force Yuu to take the blame for his negligence (because he absolutely would)? Now imagine Yutu finding this out and telling his dad. Now his dad knows Crowley is a cheapskate who fobs his work onto everyone else without a second thought. And now he's responsible for having Yuu taken away and starting all this? Knowing the boys and how far they would go for Yuu I'd imagine they don't take that well. In other words, to slightly alter a quote from Regina in Once Upon A Time: "I guess killing a crow suddenly made the top of my to-do list."

Sorry for the wall of text but that's been rattling around in my head for a few days (so make of it all what you will). Hope you're doing well and looking forward to what's next!

-The anon who loves Riddle & Azul

AHHHHH (i feel like I always take forever to answer your asks I am sosososososososososo sorry, this one just drove me crazy in a good good way)

Listen fire emblem awakening was my entire personality for like all of middle school.  The only thing i wanted to talk about was chrobin.  I celebrated Morgan and Lucina's birthdays by drawing them. I think I still have a Cherche x Libra fan art thing I drew on some sheet of paper somewhere in my things because I was SO MAD that no one shipped them and I couldn't find fan art of them anywhere and I just oooooooooooh.  THE WAY CHROM GETS A NEW CRIT LINE ABOUT HOW ANYTHING CAN CHANGE AFTER THE REVEAL???? BECAUSE OF HOW DETERMINED HE IS TO KEEP THAT PROMISE AND GIVE LUCINA A BETTER WORLD???? i just cant be normal about them i am so sorry.  R+A annon I love you, I love you so much for this you made my entire month and possibly my year.  Awakening is also what got me into the series and made me so many friends I just love her so much.  She's an icon and I hope she gets remastered with Sumia either deleted or with a fucking personality.

I should probably sit down and actually write a timeline for myself of events, but since I am free to lean in to the fire emblem pacing, I want to say that monsters from Yutu's timeline start showing up (similar to how the Risen do in Awakening) in the past and stirring up trouble, which leads to an event where Yutu panics and forgets himself in his desperation to protect his dad.  The main way the future kids always proved themselves was by showing their mother's wedding ring, but Yutu doesn't have that so really it's just up to his dad to see someone who looks like him and Yuu blended together, supposedly from Yuu's world using magic and above all else crying out and driving up his own blot levels to protect him calling him dad. For Azul! Yutu it's especially painful, he feels like he already knows what his dad is going to say. That he's disappointed in him. That he has no idea how they could possibly be related. That he hopes in this future he turns out to be different. But that's not what happens.

Before Azul overblotted he was quiet. There's a similar quiet over him now, a similar look of tense surprise, but Yutu- no- his child doesn't know that. His child is looking at him in fear, in worry for his reaction or his safety he doesn't know but he knows the way those tears start to form. Azul knows the quiver of the lip and the shriek, of all the things he could have passed on to such a treasure.

"You deserved better from me." Because it's true. He might think of himself as a work in progress but he still thinks he has quality; he would have done research, read every book he could get his hands on, taken classes, anything he would need to do to be a good father, a worthy partner. Anything. "You deserved to have the world within your grasp, not whatever shadow of a future and a father I left you with. I am so sorry." He does not expect Yutu to grab him and hold him like he's still somehow worthy of his love, but Azul can't fight the urge to grab back, to stroke his son's hair and let the tears fall on his suit without any care at all. I'm here. It's ok, daddy's here, daddy's got you, he won't let anything happen to you.

As for your second question, I did not really write Crowley like that no. It was more like he was the first person mysteriously arrested after the Magical Marshall's decided to finally do their job. I was writing it like they wanted to ship Yuu away to cover up for their own incompetence in preventing seven overblots instead of properly investigating what might have caused that. He's not completely innocent though, so yes. The boys do not take it well at all. And please do not apologize for sending in your thoughts, I am so so slow but I love hearing from you.

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[avoicebehindthestars]

No Feelings So In Unison (Good Omens fanfic)

Right, I figured it's time I shared my newest fanfic "properly".

rating: G

Length: 6k words (oneshot)

Summary: Overwhelmed by the all-encompassing brightness and endless vastness, Aziraphale manages to sneak out of heaven.

Excerpt:

Crowley hesitated again. His brows furrowed as pain crept onto his features. Of course, safety (Aziraphale’s safety) came first, but that didn’t mean the demon wasn’t hurting. He now smacked his lips and sighed.

‘Do you want me here?’ he asked, the same defeated voice that had been resonating in Aziraphale’s mind ever since that ill-fated morning, despite the passage of time.

The angel was so, so glad he had made it rain. He could only hope the raindrops would mask it when the tears building up in his eyes would inevitably overflow. Still, as he nodded, he could do nothing about the quiver of his chin.

‘Kay,’ said Crowley, but rather than joining the angel on the bench, he crouched in front of him to meet him at eye-level.

Aziraphale was wishing so hard that he could remember a single scenario, a single opening line of the countless speeches he had rehearsed ad nauseam for when he met Crowley again. I’m so sorry. I was wrong. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t know what to do. I never should have… Please, give me another chance. Forgive me. I need you. I can’t do this without you.

I love you.

Yet, nothing sounded right, nothing was coherent. It felt as if an impenetrable wall had risen somewhere between his mind and his lips. Messages crashed like angry waves against this dam that held them, so desperate to get across, but instead only scattering into a chaotic whirlpool where he could no longer make head or tails of any single thought.

‘So what happened?’ Crowley broke the silence, his voice a little less distant.

Aziraphale opened his mouth, but words still wouldn’t come. How could he even begin to explain?

‘Did they kick you out?’ Crowley tried guessing.

Another head shake was all he could manage.

‘Did you run?’

‘S-sort of,’ Aziraphale finally forced his speech apparatus to obey, though each syllable spilled out of his mouth in a clumsy murmur. ‘N-not quite. Just… for a while. I, I couldn’t… It was all… All so… so…’

He began gasping despite himself. It frustrated him how hard it was to formulate simple concepts into plain sentences. The frustration made his thoughts even more scattered. His lips, his cheeks, his tongue and his limbs felt so numb as if they weren’t even parts of his body. He felt he would either be sick or start crying any moment.

‘Bright and empty?’ Crowley supplied to the angel’s massive relief. ‘Yeah, you never did like it. Neither of us did. Always jumping at the first excuse to get away from the office, do some fieldwork instead.’

Inspired by: this tumblr post and this fanart

A massive thank you for the GOAD WG members for helping me choose the setting!

@goodomensafterdark

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[esthermitchell-author]

Invisible Author jumping up and down.

Hello??? Anyone out there? You keep putting forward ideas I've already written, and going "wouldn't this be a great fic?"

Uh... yeah. It would. That's why I WROTE it.

So... bloody... tired.

What the fuck? Why bother? All fucking pointless, anyway.

Here's the list, if you're actually looking:

Born of Starlight

Starts 2 days after the end of Season 2.

Covers the Second Coming battle

Meet Jemima Crowley-Fell -- the half-angel/half-demon celestial being born in Heaven's Starlight Chamber (don't know what that is, read the story!)

A wedding!

Pets!

Lots of adorable domesticity and growing up!

A school bully and the fallout (uh-oh!)

Christmas x3!

Lots of fluff!

And a whole lot more! (137K words worth!)

Under Cover of Night

1941!

The beginning of "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square"

A first kiss?

The rings!

"Maybe, someday"

The Lady Hid Many Secrets

Leonardo da Vinci

What's with the Mona Lisa?

Historical scene

Just post Nahmageddon scene

The truth revealed

Risen To Grace

Christmas, 1914

WWI Western Front

Crowley the Spy / Aziraphale the doctor

Memories of war amidst another (1941)

Memories of war from a time of peace (Post Second Coming)

A Gift of Words

Johannes Guttenberg

The first printed book wasn't the Bible

Bookshop opening, 1800

A secret revealed, many years later

And so much more...

I feel bad for bringing this stuff up like this... But feeling completely invisible is triggering (I know, very much a me thing, not a you one), And I keep seeing all these "master lists" of different kind of GO fanfics (including fluffy, which is what I write), and all these people going "Oh, this would make a great fanfic" and it's like being slapped, kicked, punched, and then walked all over in cleats.

So, this is the start of my list. Probably only to be buried, but hey, at least I know I made the attempt. *shrugs*

Happy reading! Remember...

Keep calm, and ❤️ on!

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