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Principality! Angel of the Eastern Gate!

#ooc. feegle's rambles #Achilles helped me and we've settled on Chiwetel Ejiofor. These are just test icons but I'm kind of vibing with this #It definitely has a look for them in The Beginning

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NOTHING about him looked particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings. Admittedly he was listening to a Best of Queen tape, but no conclusions should be drawn from this because all tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. No particularly demonic thoughts were going through his head. In fact, he was currently wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.

An ANGEL who did not so much FALL as Saunter Vaguely Downwards. book & radio play based. written by Achilles.

#ooc. promo #My FRIEND MY LOVE

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*Screams in nonbinary* Please hold while I remove any trace of Aziraphale's faceclaim from this blog and look for a new one

#ooc. feegle's rambles #transphobia / #I just found this out but if you don't know gr@ham linehan is an enormous transphobe who has basically written a memoir about how he's #gotten cancelled because he's a transphobe. and richard @yoade has reviewed it fucking gushing about it #I'm so mad :)

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Aziraphale was bored. They could usually find something to occupy their time but they were really quite BORED. Nothing seemed to take their fancy, so...they had decided to be curious and pester their favourite demon in the process. It had occurred to them that they had never actually been to Crowley's flat, even though they had spent many a time in the angel's bookshop. It was more sensible that way, but the end of the world was over, the side that they had chosen clear. There was no reason to hide their connection now.

"Oh, really?" Aziraphale's smile could be heard through the intercom. "Not even for some Châteauneuf-du-Pape? I would have thought you would LIKE that, my dear..."

The doorbell rang; a sound that made your teeth hurt and for a moment he had to wonder if that was one of his doings – not toothaches but the sound of doorbells always being slightly too high-pitched and off, if you were fancy enough to pick some little jingle to play, when ever someone wanted to see you. Or you simply got a delivery. Or one of those door to door salesmen, which had come back to bite him, too. It was probably one of them now again, too; trying to sell him fresh frozen pies after the newest recipe. HE WASN’T EXPECTING ANYONE AFTER ALL. The idea that head office could show up again, was out the window. Nothing. Days and days. Armageddon hadn’t happened – and the world just went on as it had always done.

Pressing the little button on the intercom, he hadn’t even noticed that the doorbell had stopped ringing. “Yeah?” His voice sounded over the intercom; echoing through the electronics until it could be heard on the other side by whoever was on the door. “I’m not interested in buying anything. – Or joining whatever…” | @ofrisingapes [Aziraphale] LIKED.

#cldserpent #AZIRAPHALE. sorry; right number [ interactions ] #aziraphale. i can’t say this is love enough to dedicate. can i? [ dynamics // crowley ]

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Anathema's psychic abilities only grow after the Armageddon that never happened and burning the book. While it was never intentional, the heavy reliance on Agnes's book for the future that was trained into Anathema from a very young age stunted her ability. Removing that reliance allowed her abilities to grow beyond just flashes of intuition and more into similar experiences to Agnes

#ANATHEMA. enlightenment is x rated honey [ character study ]

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The end of the world, the end of the world, the end of the world. She had put the dreams and feelings from the past few weeks as anxiety that it was going to happen again. But today...today it felt like something had tipped the balance, usual chatter after yoga with the other ladies of the village abandoned for running home in the pouring rain.

Tarot cards and notes scattered, she whispered curse words as she rummaged for her phone. Is this what it was like for Agnes? The OVERWHELMING feeling that something was wrong? No wonder she wrote a damn book about it.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, twirling the pen in her hand as the other found the contact she was looking for to call. She paced as the phone rang it felt like the floodgates for anxiety and ability opened and she wasn't able to push them closed. He picked up and all pleasantries went out of the window.

"CROWLEY! How soon can you get here?" // @cldserpent

#cldserpent #anathema. this destruction is your birth. and it will be glorious [ interactions ] #dynamics. we are all michaelangelo painting the sistine chapel. stressed. broke. gay [ anathema & crowley ]

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She couldn't disguise the sharp inhale or the light grimace at his words. She filled her glass to the brim, not meeting his eyes. SHE KNEW. She knew as well as he did. Everything, very much including the prophecies written by one of her ancestors, said that she was supposed to fawn all over the strange gangly man who definitely seemed quite happy around her. But she didn't. He annoyed her if anything, and she'd decided that it must mean that her opinions were wrong. Why wouldn't they be wrong, after all, when everything else seemed to be correct?

Dark eyes cautiously swerved back at him, or more accurately his glass as it refilled itself. She just watched it for a moment, muttered something under her breath, and downed her wine in one fell swoop before topping it back up again.

"I'm pretty sure that the apocalypse and my relationship are two separate issues," she replied, a little testily. She knew they were in fact very much intertwined, and of course she had her doubts. But it just felt wrong that she would be the one in the right. "I'd tell you to mind your own damn business but these evenings are EXACTLY for the opposite of that. So, what does it matter, anyhow?"

“ – you’re SUPPOSED to like him.” A statement made, while his eyes wander back to the young woman. HE KNEW. He had read (parts) of the damned book after all; rushing through London thinking the end was nigh; rushing through the book to find anything to give him hope against hope, because deep down inside he always remained an optimist, fed by things just working out around him. It had worked, hadn’t it?

A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, exposing sharp teeth for just a moment before she shrugged his shoulders. Of course this wasn’t the conversation to have with someone you barely knew – but then, why should he still be bound to conversational etiquette, when they had that SPECIAL BOND? The simple truth of him being incredibly NOSY, didn’t help. He liked answered. Part of his down… wandering, after all. And, if you thought about it long and hard, it was his whole thing. Knowledge. He could claim that one for himself.

Picking up his glass from the table he had placed it on, he didn’t give Anathema an answer to her question, but the glass – empty only seconds ago – had filled itself up again. Who was going to stop him? He had thought - no, he had worried - that maybe Hell would remember his existence this way, but… Nothing.

“A lot of things were SUPPOSED to happen…”

#cldserpent #anathema. this destruction is your birth. and it will be glorious [ interactions ] #dynamics. we are all michaelangelo painting the sistine chapel. stressed. broke. gay [ anathema & crowley ]

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I think something that's easy to forget about Aziraphale is that he's SUPPOSED to be impressive. Principality! Angel of the Eastern Gate! He was tasked with guarding Eden, had a flaming sword and everything. He's tall, towering even. He towers even over Crowley.

And then he gave it away, and that doesn't just go for the sword. He rejects heaven and its bureaucracy slowly over the years and it shows. I can see his hair originally having been in box braids with strands of gold weaved through them, but at some point he noticed that humans with similar to his hair had it in afros, too, and he decided that felt rather more him. Considering he canonically keeps his nails manicured, maintaining a healthy afro isn't something that he would be afraid of either. Now when it comes to the glasses...Well, he doesn't need them. He just likes them, and he thinks they make him look even more clever. Aziraphale has rejected pretty much everything that heaven has made him, whether subconsciously or otherwise - like remaining tall because it annoys Crowley

#AZIRAPHALE. between here and the end of the universe there’s loads of bugger all [ character study ]

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ANATHEMA DEVICE PHD BEING A LESBIAN ICON

#ANATHEMA. her face gives the impression it was put together from stock hurriedly; without reference or plan [ faceclaim ] #L O O K at her #Funky lil lesbian

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THE EVENING HAD LULLED, room filled with mostly women chattering and laughing and drinking wine reduced to the two of them. Crowley can, according to himself at least, sober up very quickly. She has the sofa bed and some extra blankets all ready to go just in case it wasn't the case. Then again, he was a demon. What did she know?

His words came out of the blue, plucking her from her thoughts. Eyes widened, staring at him in surprise with her jaw slack. She laughed. As she knew little about him, what in the damn world could he know about HER? Enough to think that, apparently. She knew that she was supposed to like Newt. Agnes had, after all, addressed the box with the unpublished book that was now ash, to Mr and Mrs Pulsifer. Newt had supposed to have been tall, dark and handsome but really only fit one of the boxes. There were a lot of rules and a lot of supposeds that Anathema was still breaking her way out of. And she didn't know how to break out of this one.

"Excuse me?" She scoffed and glanced at her glass. There wasn't enough in it for the conversation that Crowley was touching upon. She got up, picking up one of the bottles to refill her glass. "Are you wanting some more, too or are you just gonna ask more really personal questions like that?"

"You don’t actually like him – do you?" The question was added as though he already knew the answer, but wanted to make it easier for the person he was talking to. And that was pretty much it. Surviving the Apocalypse together, which never ACTUALLY happened, created a bond like nothing else. The whole WITCH BUSINESS helped, too. Even if Hell hadn’t been in contact again, he still felt somewhat obliged to have an eye on HER – personal interest, perhaps, but he hadn’t given the whole thing THAT much thought just yet.

He had rather been thinking about something else – which he had been reminded off, when his eyes had briefly brushed over a drawn picture on the microwave, held by what he assumed was just black-cat-shaped magnet. The artist of said picture had given a rather colourful interpretation of the Not-Apocalypse. One of the Them had gotten creative, he assumed. Angular lines perfectly captured the appearance of an overturned, cheap looking car.

“ – I mean you don’t FANCY him.” @ofrisingapes [Anathema].

#anathema. this destruction is your birth. and it will be glorious [ interactions ] #dynamics. we are all michaelangelo painting the sistine chapel. stressed. broke. gay [ anathema & crowley ]

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Today's note: My Anathema isn't Ana or Thema or any other nickname that can come from her name. My Aziraphale isn't Azi or Zira or anything else. They are Anathema and Aziraphale. That's it.

Sincerely, a writer whose real name is long and begins with an A

#ooc. feegle's rambles #I just take it very personally and it gives me the ick a little bit

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Just a polite note to followers: I have not watched series 2 of Good Omens and do not intend to. My portrayal of Aziraphale is based on the book and has very few if any influences derived from the TV series. I personally feel like Aziraphale's character was watered down in the show and I'm just generally more compelled to follow characters (especially of course Crowleys) who are more book/headcanon based than series based

#ooc. feegle's rambles #Just thought I'd put that out there. I have a lot more thoughts abt it but I know there are other more tv based Aziraphales out there #who will be a better fit if that's the Good Omens you know/predominantly base your chara(s) on! But the two Aziraphales are just Different!

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#OFRISINGAPES. An independent & selective multimuse roleplay blog written by Feegle,with muses focused on Terry Pratchett’s novels. Highly AU, OC and crossover friendly.Featuring Tiffany Aching from the Discworld series, Kin Anrad from Strata, and Anathema Device & Aziraphale from Good Omens. Crossover verses include Bridgerton, Once Upon A Time, BBC Ghosts and Doctor Who

#ooc. self promo #Let's brush the dust off of this blog shall we

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@mcrtals​ asked  “So you won’t be offended if I keep a close eye on the situation?” (from mary to anathema)

Anathema finds her INTERESTING. She knows there’s a lot more to Mary than she’ll let on and Anathema is curious. It hasn’t been long since the Armageddon that never happened, and it isn’t all that surprising to her that people have started asking questions they don’t necessarily want the answer to.

The question is just met with a chuckle and a brightening grin. “Does that mean I’ll be seeing you around more often?” A part of her hopes that the answer is yes. “I mean, like I said he’s just a kid. Really don’t think there’s gonna be more trouble, but...” Anathema shrugs. “It’d be good to see you again.”

#mcrtals #mcrtals [ mary ] #ANATHEMA. this destruction is your birth. and it will be glorious [ interactions ]

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harvestshope​:

it has been a long time since he walked among rare books — made of paper and ink, instead of dreams; printed and bound, instead of imagined. these are rare stories. dream of the endless breathes them in, regards their ostensible seller, and smiles.

“Aziraphale of the Eastern Gate.”   he does not turn around at their bedding, but the bolt still slides into place behind him with a click.   “Surely you would not close your door to an old friend.”

“Of course not.” There is a smile that tugs on the angel’s lips. They move away from behind the counter, hands rubbing together. Eyes sparkle with the words they want to say but don’t. It is a relief to see him. They haven’t for quite some time and their investigating had been...only concerning. Other things have distracted them too much to pursue it.

“It has been a mighty long time, my friend. Would you care for some cocoa? Or, if what I heard is correct, some Châteauneuf-du-Pape? I believe a catch up is in order.”

#harvestshope #harvestshope [ dream ] #AZIRAPHALE. sorry; right number [ interactions ]

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Starter call! Please feel free to specify. If you don’t, I’ll throw someone random at you. I do ask however that other multis specify who it’s for so that I can narrow it down a bit!

#ooc. starter call #Because more things pls

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dereiserne​:

          Card touching the machine for a moment; coffee paid for and all left to do, was waiting – moving forward, out of the queue to the high counter he could lean against, while his coffee was prepared. Eyes were on him; he could sense the stares as much as he could hear the whispers. Of course, people recognized him. Of course, someone would step forward and ask for –

          Not his signature, apparently, and it caught him off-guard, making his eyebrow shot up to his hairline, while his attention was turned from WAITING to the young woman who had addressed him. A smile slowly finding its way back to his lips and a laugh into his voice.

             “ – simply interested in green energy, or are you a student here? I’d say as a student, any chance to distract from a topic that might come up in the next exam is a chance worth taking. And I don’t mind the questions, most of the time. I’ve been asked worse things, and that guy asking if I could get him Natasha’s number had some balls.”

            SHE HADN’T EXPECTED TO SURPRISE HIM. Sure, he must have a ton of people come up to him, but it was interesting to know that there were some interactions he at the very least didn’t get a lot of. She wasn’t that interested in getting his autograph, to be quite frank. A conversation with him could be much more interesting.

              “Oh, both. Green energy’s the way forward.” She swallowed a comment about how she’d invested in it. That was less of a surprise to her family than the other thing. “And I think you’re getting your hopes up a little too much. That and the students who think that’ll get them something to cross of the list. The professors set the exams. They’ll probably pick something out of your lecture and put it in there to catch kids off guard. Can’t WAIT to see the fall out for that. But yeah, that was a stupid question. What was that other one? The one someone asked about Thor? It was even more ridiculous.”

#dereiserne #ANATHEMA. this destruction is your birth. and it will be glorious [ interactions ]