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doctor-mccoys-sanity · 1 year

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When they’re a het couple but no one in the couple is actually straight>>>

#nadja wwdits #nadja cravensworth #laszlo cravensworth #laszlo #wwdits #ninerose #anathema x newton #anathema #newton pulsifer #good omens #dr who #ronmione

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sunlit-music · 1 year

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Newt and Anathema are quietly in love and very married. Anathema is the practical one, and Newt is the one who makes dorky jokes. 😉😊

#anathema #newton pulsifer #anathema device #anathema x newton #Good Omens

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ariestess · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer Characters: Anathema Device, Newton Pulsifer Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 01, Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub, Collars, Protection Magic, Sex Magic, kinktober 2023 Series: Part 5 of Kinktober 2023 Summary:

She'll explain to him exactly what it means to be magically collared by one's witchy lover and mistress later.

Much later.

#anathema x newton #good omens #kinktober 2023 #my fic #queue deserve a break today

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phantomstatistician · 6 months

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Fandom: Good Omens

Sample Size: 56,282 stories

Source: AO3

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bunshr00m · 1 month

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Do you have any good omens head cannons?

when "the them" get older they still bring up that one time adam went all evil when they're annoyed w him

anathema thought she didn't wanna date until she met newt and realized her type was just very pathetic boys and she hadn't met a pathetic enough boy

for some reason i think muriel would get asked out a lot on earth but at first they wouldn't realize they're dates so they're just happily cruising along being an absolute player. after realizing they'd be like "so if i just keep making lip contact with my dates they'll purchase more human sustenance for me? what an interesting trading system!"

i also headcanon that muriel is a lesbian though because i sense my own

gabriel finds flies on him a lot. in pockets, in hair, in his teeth. beezlebub just wants him to have lil friends

nina isn't very good at expressing affection so she'd do it really awkwardly. she'd hand someone a trinket, say "its yours" and then leave without explaining anything.

maggie hates nina's ex more than anyone. if she ever met them she'd give them a proper little smack. also i can see her as the "with all due respect, which is none..." meme

this one is basically canon but crowley makes fun of aziraphale for saying such british things despite also being british. "just popping off to the loo :)" "jUsT pOpPiNg OfF tO tHe LoOoOo"

finally i think crowley eats burnt ass toast bc he's just weird like that.

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goodomens-girlie · 4 months

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I still can’t believe they were supposed to be 19

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engayging-in-fandom · 9 months

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"reunion" this "apology dance" that, i wanna see newt and anathema again in s3. malewife x girlboss. idc if it's in one scene or a passsing mention i just love them.

#good omens spoilers #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #good omens 2 spoilers #newton pulsifer #newt pulsifer #anathema #anathema device #what is their ship name #anathema x newt #silly gay rambles

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takeme-totheworld · 8 days

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Anathema: "Okay. I think you're getting yourself a little overexcited." Newt: "I'm not. I'm getting myself quite calmly worried about being shot, and then put in a cell, and then waterboarded, and then shot again." —Newton Pulsifer being lowkey the funniest

#good omens #good omens rewatch #good omens newt #newton pulsifer #anathema x newt

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shakirachyanne · 1 day

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Song: The bottom 2 - Glorb

Show: Good Omens

#good omens #crowley #david tennant #aziraphale #crowly good omens #good omens edits #crowly x aziraphale #michael sheen #neil gaiman #ineffable husbands #anathema device #good omens anathema #newton pulsifer #spongebob #the bottom 2 #spongebob memes

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willowfernn · 8 months

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hehe, more for you <3

Part One

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snarky-synesthete · 4 months

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Newt & Anathema as Mirrors of Crowley & Aziraphale

So. I was trying to finish up a little fic for a server gift exchange, and Anathema and Newt were in it. It's the first time I've written them - I was going to have a little plot point about Newt taking Anathema's last name when they get married...because Device is cooler than Pulsifer, obviously, and also because Ana wasn't about to take the name of the Witchfinder who killed Agnes.

Fuck him, yes. Marry him, sure. Take that name? Insupportable. Luckily, Newt is just delighted to be included, so he's fine with being Mr. Device.

But that got me thinking about his name: Pulsifer. I thought, "Does that name actually mean anything?”

So I broke out my very rusty Latin skills. We can start with the English word "pulse," obviously, but it has a Latin root: pulsus, an adjective that means "beating." But the suffix "-ifer" means "bearer of" or "carrier of.”

"Bearer of the heartbeat."

So. If we look at Anathema and Newt as mirrors of Aziraphale and Crowley...I mean. They were all there at the big battle at the end of the world. Ana and Newt were ready to go head-to-head with Satan along with our two Ineffables, even though they didn't actually know each other. The novel of Good Omens has these "Odd Couples" at every turn. Funhouse mirrors of each other. Let's think about it though, with the names "Pulsifer" and "Device."

Device: "the crucial piece of clockwork without which the whole complicated mess falls apart"

versus

Pulsifer: "the one who carries the very heartbeat of it all"

Maybe the only thing keeping Heaven from crumbling into chaos is Aziraphale, complicated little clockwork device that he is. That's also sort of how Aziraphale sees things! "Point A to Point C must and shall include Point B, and that's that on that!" There's something about the idea of expectations, of moving in a specified pattern, of fulfilling one's appointed purpose.

And then, the "bearer of the heartbeat" is Crowley. Heartbeats are NOT predictable things! They skitter and flutter and slow down and even - sometimes - stop. But still, predictable or not, nothing can go on without one. Something about Crowley and the heartbeat of the Universe, the heartbeat of humanity. Crowley being that pulse, that indicator of continued life.

But our Ineffables are complicated - as complicated as humanity is, as the Universe is! We can invert it:

The "device" is Crowley - he's the Starmaker, he set all those rules from his little red book into motion. Let him be the fixed point in time and space holding everything together with the power of his imagination. Sure! I'll buy that!!!

Then the "heart-bearer" can be Aziraphale: unpredictable! Ready to stampede in the entirely wrong direction! So full of love that it alters existence!

I don't have a conclusion! I just like thinking thoughts!

#good omens meta #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #anathema device #newton pulsifer #anathema x newt #aziraphale x crowley #someone stop snark she's thinking again

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bird-slayer-brainrot · 2 months

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Pre-marital Shenanigans - Good Omens Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer ft. our ineffable idiots at a silly little engagment party gone alcoholic

Anathema had never even dreamed of getting married. It never really bothered her, as she had always understood that the course of her life was already set. It was quite literally planned in a book that had finally ended.

But the world hadn’t, like it was supposed to, and Newt, who she had known all her life but had only now known, had given her the courage to decide for herself what her life would be, well, everything was different.

The world was literally new.

So when Newton Pulsifer, her nerdy, non-witchfinder, world-saving boyfriend proposed one afternoon in their shared garden in Jasmine Cottage, Tadfield, Oxfordshire, England – far from the life she had always known – Anathema, for the first time in her life, felt alive.

Crowley parked the Bentley outside Jasmine Cottage and climbed out. He was leaning over the top of the car, head rested in his hands, as he waited for Aziraphale to get out. To his surprise, Aziraphale emerged from the Bentley with his arm full of wrapped gifts that Crowley hadn’t even seen him pack. Crowley frowned at the angel without menace, and Aziraphale returned the look fondly.

Anathema answered the door immediately. She had been waiting for the past twenty minutes by the door. Crowley drove fast, but he was always late.

Newt was busy in the kitchen preparing cocktails as Anathema greeted their guests. Aziraphale beamed at is friend, unable to hug her with his arms full.

“Anathema, dear.” He said fondly. “Thank you so much for inviting us.”

Crowley, not a speaker, nodded silently at Aziraphale, who nodded in return. This was good enough for the both of them. Crowley followed Aziraphale into the lounge. Anathema shut the door to the cottage behind them.

“Cards?” Crowley questioned. They were in the living room. Newt hadn’t finished the drinks yet. Anathema was shuffling the deck.

“Isn’t this your engagement party?” Crowley grumbled. Anathema shot him a look and he shot up.

“How lovely.” Aziraphale exclaimed. “I’m very good at cards.”

“No you’re not.” Crowley responded almost immediately. Aziraphale made a face at the demon, who did not back down.

“There is cocktails.” Newt announced when he entered. He was balancing a tray of cocktails precariously. Anathema, sensing danger, immediately stood up to help him. Newt greeted Aziraphale and Crowley and sat down in an armchair beside Anathema. The cards were shuffled, and Anathema began to deal.

An hour in, and Newt was tipsy.

Aziraphale had somehow managed to win several rounds, and Anathema had accused him of foul play despite the fact that he, on numerous occasions, insisted he would do no such thing.

“How did you get another ace?” Anathema shouted. Aziraphale just giggled. Crowley was staring at Aziraphale murderously. Crowley was losing, followed in third by Newt. When they were both out, Newt left to fetch another round of cocktails.

When he returned, it was to find a distraught Anathema had lost another round. Aziraphale was laughing victoriously. Newt smiled at his fiancée, and consoled her.

He had been worried about this. Anathema knew Newt was a worrier, it was his nature. He wanted the engagement party to go smoothly, for Anathema’s sake. They’d talked about it extensively. Eventually, they decided a quiet night in with some friends was exactly what they both wanted.

Anathema didn’t have many close friends in Tadfield, and Newt’s mother was coming down from London down the next day to formally meet Anathema and help with the wedding planning. The Them had already popped by to offer their congratulations. Pepper had announced that she wanted to be the maid of honour. Anathema immediately agreed.

The topic of Aziraphale and Crowley had come up one morning as Newt prepared breakfast. He suggested it offhandedly, and, after considering it, Anathema suggested they invite the pair for some drinks soon. It was an excuse, at best, to check in on the state of the world after Doomsday. Newt knew this, because he always knew.

Anathema had confided in Newt that sometimes she had the sense that she was being watched, like when she was younger, but with less potency. It had been nearly a year since the world had almost ended, and the final instalment of Agnes Nutter’s prophecies had been burnt to ash. She hated this feeling. It was a reminder of what had happened, and how close it had all come to ending. It made her feel powerless.

Newt was, for the most part, an excellent comfort in this. He had been a pawn in this celestial game as long as she had, though he had not found out till much later. When she felt like this, Newt was there. She loved him.

The cards were abandoned and Newt was now fully gone. It seemed that, in an effort to steady his nerves, he had drunk way more than the others. This, combined with his, quite frankly, shit alcohol tolerance, and he was trying to dance with Anathema.

Anathema managed to escape from two clumsy waltzes (somewhere, Billie Holiday was screaming) with her two feet barely intact. She sat beside Aziraphale, who was nursing a glass of wine Anathema didn’t remember any of them pouring. Newt was smiling at Anathema, and she tentatively smiled back.

“So, Crowley.” Newt had recovered from the abandonment by Anathema by deciding to bother the demon, who also had a glass of wine. Crowley watched him as he plopped himself beside him.

“Anathema tells me you and Aziraphale are like.” he leaned forward conspiratorially at the demon.

paused, seemingly for dramatic effect. “Magic.” He managed to both over-pronounce the final consonant while whispering, seemingly for dramatic effect. Crowley tilted his head at the human, and raised his eyebrows.

Anathema was still talking to Aziraphale. She was laughing at something the angel had said.

“Can you please.” He was almost pleading. Anathema and Aziraphale had now looked over to them. Aziraphale was beaming, and Anathema was doing a very good impression of a tomato.

“Magic me to be deserving of this beautiful, beautiful lady.”

Aziraphale laughed, and Anathema managed to look even more embarrassed.

“Oh, shut up Newt.” Anathema laughed.

They were saying their goodbyes. Anathema had insisted that they had enough space to accommodate their friends, but Crowley said that they would be alright.

When the door shut behind them, Newt turned to look at Anathema with blind adoration.

“Seriously though.” Newt was solemn now. “How is it possible for one single person to be so wonderful. I love you so much Anathema.”

“Calm down Newt.” Anathema said, laughing. Newt then proceeded to wrap his arms around the witch in an effort, it seemed, to become attached to her permanently.

“Bedtime, I think.” Anathema said into his shoulder. “I love you, Newt.”