#dagon x michael

[sentientsky]

you’re in her dms, im infodumping to her about pathetic middle-aged queer couples from That One Show

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #i have not watched ofmd or wwdits but that’s only because I can only handle one hyperfixation at a time #maggie x nina #angelfish #dagon x michael #michael x dagon #nandor x guillermo #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable administrators #gomens2 #gomens 2 #gomens #good omens shitpost #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable idiots

[shynrinn]

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

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

[inkwell-illustrations]

I don't think people are talking about them enough..

new cracked ship perhaps?

#new crackship #good omens dagon #good omens michael #dagon x michael #ship? maybe

[thequirkyllama]

They're next

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

[ivereadthemanual]

I want them...

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

[captainenjolras]

🦈🪽⚔️✨💋

Angelfish Moods

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#angelfish #ineffable administrators #dagon x michael #michael x dagon #good omens #dagon #Michael #michael good omens #archangel Michael good omens #dagon good omens #ineffable lesbians

[goatbeard-goatbeard]

Angelic Communication Styles

AKA “how to get answers without asking questions”

Saraqael

We know Saraqael low-key helped Crowley see Gabriel’s trial.

But I’m starting to wonder if they were doing something similar in the ep2 scene with Aziraphale. They wrapped it in sarcasm (“don’t tell me you did it”) but they did give him the exact 25 lazarii measurement. Given the usual power level of most miracles, that’s actually really useful info for Aziraphale to have. Hey pay attention, you somehow did something incredibly powerful, maybe you could do it again?

What’s happening here?

In an environment where questions are fraught, people sometimes learn to do the reverse: to volunteer strange/out-of-place answers to each other, knowing that they’ll return the favor. Sort of an answer-based gift economy.

For example, when I was an evangelical, we loved to show each other the more out-there stories in the Bible. Never questioning them or calling them bad, but just sharing them. Talking through what their message might be, and what non-Christians might think of them. Swapping answers to all the questions we couldn’t ask.

(many of the people I used to do that with, including myself, became atheists — we eventually got enough answers to put the full picture together, without ever having to go through a scary “questioning” phase)

The other angels

Aziraphale does this kind of thing with Crowley a lot, saying things that are NOT questions and do NOT challenge God’s plan (in fact, they support it) but which he knows will get a rise out of Crowley. He hasn’t asked a question, but he’ll be able to get an answer anyway.

And thinking through Saraqael’s behavior, and some of the other angels’ behavior, this isn’t just limited to Aziraphale.

For example, Michael saying “angels and demons, they can’t just-“ <- that’s a statement, not a question, but it’s being stated to an audience that Michael KNOWS FOR A FACT includes AT LEAST TWO angel/demon couples who might be provoked into responding to it.

And we can extend that to ask “why are so many of the angels extra rude/superior about heaven?” It could be pure self-righteousness. But it’s also an extremely effective way to get others to push back at what they’re saying. To voice all the doubts they themselves are not allowed to say. We know Aziraphale does it with Crowley, but what about Gabriel, or Uriel? Were they sometimes pushing buttons in the (subconscious) hope of getting a response?

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens saraqael #saraqael #good omens 2x02 #good omens 2x06 #good omens meta #good omens analysis #ex christian #exvangelical #michael good omens #good omens michael #dagon good omens #good omens dagon #michael x dagon #dagon x michael #good omens angelfish #good omens gabriel #uriel good omens #good omens uriel #gabriel good omens #25 lazarii

[withascaleandafeather]

New HC just dropped.

If Michael says "I'm craving sushi. I think I'll pop down to Earth" Aziraphale knows it means "I have a date with Dagon. Cover for me?"

#good omens #ineffable administrators #all aboard the good ship angelfish #angelfish #angelfish agenda #dagon x michael #michael x dagon #Aziraphale is a bro #he knows what it's like to love a demon #so he covers

[ivory--raven]

Tumblr is it gay to wonder about how your enemy would taste if you licked them

#ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel x beelzebub #but this also applies to #ineffable administrators #angelfish #dagon x michael

[ineffable-administrators-central]

MICHAEL: Why are you covered in blood? // DAGON: One of the Erics said that you’re pretty, so I discorporated him. // MICHAEL: You didn’t need to do that, my dear. // DAGON: Yes I did! I don’t share! You know I don’t share! // MICHAEL: [pulls Dagon into a hug] I love how protective you are.

They love each other so much and are so fuckin protective of each other I

#good omens #ineffable administrators #dagon #archangel michael #dagon x michael #michael x dagon #headcanons #fluff #eric the disposable demon #disposable demon

[brokeneagle]

This is something that probably makes no sense but hear me out: (I could have written a fic but I wasn't that inspired)

Set after the last episode of the second season. Michael lying in Dagon's arms as a tear streams down their eye. "You're going down with me" Dagon says, she doesn't even try to hide the proud expression that was blooming on her face. "I know, you idiot!" Michael answers, her words did not have their usual confidence. It was almost a murmur, the Archangel felt as miserable as it was phisically possibile. But still, they seeked comfort in who should be the enemy. I headcanon that "the fall" of an Angel is not something that happens all of a sudden, it's a process that can be reversed until a certain point. Michael knew what was coming, they started to lose their holy shine quite some times ago. It started with humans emotions. It was happiness, then it was jealousy which became wraith with the latest events (Aziraphale's fault). But it was not the only signal. The gold flakes on her body became rusty, they did not sparkle anymore. Now Michael refused to look at their feathers, the scars on their wings never bothered them but now it was a different type of wound. The glowing rainbow on the plumes turned into some sort of washed out white. That was some different kind of pain.

What's worst, they were not as sad as they were supposed to be. Dagon did everything in her power to drag Michael down with her. What's worst, they let her.

The warrior of God was falling, they got slowly poisoned by a demon they could not bring themselves to kill. Hell won. Dagon could have used Michael's heart as a pincushion and it would have felt so damn good.

That's what my little sketch was trying to explain, hope you enjoyed my thoughts!!

#good omens #dagon good omens #michael good omens #dagon x michael #archangel michael #fallen angel #headcanon

[sentientsky]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shynrinn]

The Almighty gave me a sneak peek to a very sweet moment in S3

#wild dream #dagon x michael #the ethereal lesbians are smooching #archangel michael #lord dagon #lord of the files #ineffable administrators #ineffable incompetence #angelfish #if i had a nickel for every time a demon fell in love with an angel #good omens

[hyenasnake]

They’re shittalking their coworkers

#good omens #my art #digital art #ineffable administrators #archangel michael #Dagon #Michael x Dagon #dagon x michael #tw smoking

[yourplasticpal]

Do Dagon and Michael have a ship name yet?

I assume it would be either Daghael or Migon?

Daghael sounds like the name of a badass demon or angel in its own right, so I hope it's that one.

#good omens #dagon x michael #curious #dragon's little face when michael makes a stern gesture #kinda love them?

[ivereadthemanual]

So thanks to this amazing fanart by shynrinn(🙏) my brain is stuck with this 1800 AU idea where Michael replaces Aziraphale as representative on earth. Like the seed was planted and I'm going to water it.

So I like to think that Michael somehow gets Crowley out of the picture and Dagon is put up as replacement. It's Archangel Michael after all. So Duke of Hell seems like an appropriate choice. (I'm sure Aziracrow find a way to do their stuff, anyway. Because let's be real, nothing can keep them apart.).

We know how Aziraphale loves to play damsel in distress for Crowley to save him. But that does not fit either Michael nor Dagon.

So I like to think that Dagon keeps doing actual evil deeds and keeps corrupting humans. Trying to provoke Michael to come and smite them. And it's working. In the beginning Michael does it because it's their duty. But oh do they like it. The rush. Finally back on the battle field. Even if it's just a small one. A very personal one.

And sure, Dagon is frustrated in the beginning. Maybe even gets discorporated once or twice. But they keep going. Fueled by their desire to be a match for Michael. To be seen as worthy by Michael.

So this is becoming their dance. This will become their reason to regularly meet each other. Fight each other. Touch each other.

#and let's be honest #whatever universe they are in #they will always fall for each other by fighting #ineffable administrators #angelfish #michael x dagon #dagon x michael #good omens michael #good omens dagon