#feed them frozen peas not bread

[nastasya--filippovna]

Quiz time: What do these three have in common?

Other than David Tennant! Anyone can see that, duh!

I'll take my answer in the comments/reblogs.

Re-blog for larger sample size (aka pass the quiz sheets to the kids behind you)

@turtleneck-crowley @ivankaramazov07 @mizgnomer @ofpineapplesanddawns did you get it ;)

#david tennant #good omens #ducktales #duck patrol #crowley #darwin brown #scrooge mcduck #my memes #quiz time #it's easy guys #come on #ducks have ears #they're what water slides of #feed them frozen peas not bread #they are super rich and adventurous #and f*cking stingy #and they need to be looked after

[actual-changeling]

There is a man with fire-red hair running a bookshop in Soho.

He hasn't always been the original owner, as almost all residents on Whickber Street know, but it is a fact you never bring up with him. Hiding behind a pair of sunglasses and layers of rough sarcasm, he is a shadow moving silently between shelves and plants, the Bentley parked outside seemingly more for decoration than actual use.

Previously, there had been a white-haired man with gentle eyes and a favour up his sleeves living among his books, and while he barely sold any of them, he was a pillar of the community just like the building itself. When he disappeared, an unspoken vow to never discuss the subject matter in the vicinity of the shop was made.

There is a woman with fire-red hair sitting in St. James's Park.

She feeds frozen peas to the ducks and puts the fear of God into everyone who dares to offer them bread or attempts to scare them away. The bench is hers, always empty, awaiting her arrival; sometimes she brings a bottle of wine, other times she cradles a Polaroid in the palm of her hand, and even the dark shades cannot stop the occasional tear from dripping down her cheek.

Rumours of her companion and his absence spread quickly, yet no one dares to ask, and the spies scattered around the park form a mutual understanding to avoid her.

There is a person with fire-red hair wandering the streets of London, wearing sunglasses and no coat, no matter the weather or time.

Their head is tipped back, their eyes glued to the sky, and yet they navigate through the masses parting around them with an unnatural ease. No one stops them, no one dares to ask why, and even if they did, they wouldn't offer an answer, not when they are asking themself the very same question.

When it begins to rain, they stop moving, stretching out their hands in a weak imitation of a prayer and allowing the water to seep into their clothes until they're as dark as the wet concrete beneath them.

There is a man with blinding white hair stepping out of an elevator that does not exist, and the end of the world comes with him. If someone were to listen in, they would realise that the man with fire-red hair meets him in the middle of the street, the air thick with lightning that will never find a home.

As they talk, nightingales all over London begin to sing.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #good omens ficlet #a little warm up improvisation

[drconstellation]

The Ineffable Ducks

What's with all the ducks in Good Omens that Crowley seems to be inordinately fond of? Turns out, they do have a narrative purpose, they're not just in there as a running joke about Crowley's fondness for the animals of Earth.

They appear in both S1 and S2, and get mentioned in several seemingly random places. Like, really random. There are quite a few in St James Park, where the ducks live, where the international spies also clandestinely meet, where Aziraphale and Crowley meet on several occasions, and where Crowley and Shax have a meeting, exchanging information in S2E1.

Ducks also get referred to here, when Aziraphale suggests they use humans to search and spy out the missing Antichrist, but Crowley insists it will be near impossible because suspicion slides off the boy like water off, what ever water slides off, because he has an automatic defense system.

The he remembers the ducks(!) later in the Bentley when they discuss using their respective networks of highly trained human operatives (Shadwell and the Witchfinder army), and Aziraphale asks if Crowley has a better idea than his. "Ducks!" Crowley suddenly utters.

The ducks that are always there, that you see but don't see, gathering bread crumbs, when any kind of surveillance or secret spy work is being discussed.

Nah, I thought, it couldn't be a sly ref to this famous cartoon by Larson, could it?

Aziraphale and Crowley are always afraid that someone is watching, or listening to everything they do, from both sides. I mean isn't that partly why we got the ending we did in S2, because they have had to be so covert with their communication to each over the centuries they've forgotten how to speak plainly to each other?

Heaven has definitely been watching...

And Hell certainly noticed Crowley's act of kindness in the Edinburgh cemetery, swiftly summoning him to Hell for punishment after his kind deed on behalf of Elspeth.

Then when the duo meet in again 1867 Crowley wonders if "ducks have ears" before declaring they must do - that's how they hear other ducks. So its no surprise that when Crowley asks Aziraphale for holy water that he writes the request on a piece of paper to hide it from those invisible ever-present watchers they know are never far away.

When we come to the start of S2, where Crowley is slouched in St James Park once more, reading the Tadfield Advertiser, and yelling at the Azerbaijani secret agents for feeding the ducks bread. Crumbs, it was alright to do this in the book, and S1, why is wrong now? Has Crowley suddenly become woke and caring for the ducks? Nah.

There's a lot more to it than that. I realized this is the missing Grain offering from my post about altar offerings (see The Altar of Eccles Cakes) in S2. A Grain offering represents a voluntary expression of devotion to God - or the other side you're supposed to be aligned with, in this case.

Shax is part of this scene, discussing the latest news from below, and she mentions some special intel that Hell has received, from their own secret squirrel network. Of course they would meet in St James Park to discuss this, along with all the other spies. While Shax tries to get some intel out of Crowley about what might be going on in Heaven, because she knows he has contact with a certain angel who owns a book shop, Crowley responds by refusing to show any devotion to his former side at this point, and isn't going to give any information away that could be useful. He also doesn't have any intel at this point, anyway, but he's not going to give that away either! Heaven and Hell are toxic, and no one should be going anywhere near them, in his opinion. So stop feeding them that devotional bread!

After Shax asks what they should be feeding the ducks, he eventually says "Frozen Peas. It's good for them, they like it."

The short period of "peas" since they stopped the impending Apocalypse has been enjoyable, and good for Crowley and Aziraphale, but the forced meeting with Beelzebub later that day soon jolts Crowley out of any complacency when they indicate that the "generalized understanding" Crowley thought they had with Heaven and Hell after the body swap to leave them alone, the one Aziraphale-as-Crowley negotiated, while asking for a rubber duck, no less, was looking very shaky and fragile indeed.

And one more random duck ref to discuss.

I was inspired to write this section by lalalunamoth's post calling Muriel a duckling imprinted on Crowley, and of course I did not save it, did I, and a search does not bring it back up again (found it!), so if you're reading this, or know that post, please let me know! I read it, and thought, cute, but nah, then realized that Muriel was sent on a surveillance mission to Whickber St to ascertain the truth of Aziraphale's 25 lazurii miracle. And she did act as the eyes of Heaven, writing up some reports, called Crowley "grice," then followed him around during his escapade in Heaven just like a duckling following a grumpy gander drake while he did his own surveillance measures in a Tactical Turtle neck, channeling his best imitation Sean Connery voice (have you noticed that as well, people?)

No, no, the op wasn't wrong - those big cross ducks, er grice geese, they make good guard dogs, no?

With special mention to Crowley acting as a surveillance duck just prior to this, and Mr Brown doing his own "spying out" of Aziraphale.

To finish this meta, there is one other figure who notably offered the ducks bread, in the book. This passage, which is surely relevant to S3, but didn't appear in S1, shows another character still devoted to God in a way. Lets give Death the final word:

Crowley: "Maybe it's it's all part of a great ineffable plan. All of it. You, me, him, everything. Some great big test to see if what you've built all works properly, eh? You start thinking: it can't be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire. And don't bother to answer. if we could understand, we wouldn't be us. Because it's all - all - "

INEFFABLE, said the figure feeding the ducks.

"Yeah. Right. Thanks."

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #shax #ducks! #ineffable bureaucracy #the fear that somewhere somehow a duck is watching you #Larson #always watching #frozen peas #grain offering #altar offerings #muriel #big cross ducks #witchfinder army #shadwell #tactical turtleneck #guard dog geese #grice #the pub #mr brown

[xx-magmafly-xx]

Okay, I'll ask. What's with demons and ducks?

Like seriously. First, it was Crowly from Good Omens:

"Ducks have ears. Do ducks have ears? Must do. That's how they hear other ducks."

"DUCKS!" [What about ducks?] "They're what water slided off of."

"Don't give them bread, you idiot!" (Conversation) "Frozen peas." [...What?] "That's what you feed ducks, frozen peas. They love them, and its good for them too."

And then we have Lucifer in Hazbin Hotel:

They're all around his room as well, and his introduction was literally him finishing making a duck!

Not even to mention that I have an obsession with ducks as well. I am not shitting you. I have: duck pillow case, duck comforter, duck drawings, duck pens, duck notebook, duck keychain, 3D puzzle duck, giant rubber duck, two duck ordiments, duck slippers, and not to mention the 111 rubber ducks I have and the 6 plush ducks I have. (I might be missing something).

And this was BEFORE I found out about these two! I think I've been obsessed for about a little more than a year and a half by now.

#rubber duck #hazbin hotel #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #good omens #crowley #rant #obsession #collection #questions #ducks #Why must I be like the demons? #why am i like this

[weirdmorefics]

Hello! May I request a Az x reader (she/her) x Crowley where the reader loves the wind and has long hair (she grew her hair out specifically for this reason) and so to mess with her, Crowley and Az decide to play a prank where Crowley generates strong winds to play with the reader’s hair? Thank you so much and have an ineffable day!

Wind and Ducks

Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

A/N- Have ineffable day as well!!!

Readers Pronouns- She/Her

Warnings- None

Word Count- 767

Summary- The three of you are spending the day in the park on the same bench you always do and feeding ducks but the wind seems to be following the reader wherever she goes.

"Who has the frozen peas?" Y/n shouts.

"Darling, I think we are out. There is bread where I keep the tea." Aziraphale responds.

Y/n gasps "Have you no decency for life!"

"Pardon," Aziraphale's head whips back to face her.

"Angel, you know bread causes obstructions in ducks," Crowley reminds.

"Sorry darling, I was distracted new shipment of books came in. Couldn't wait to open it," he smiled sheepishly.

"But we neeeed peeeaas," she whines.

"Then peas we shall get," Aziraphale kisses the top of her head.

"Let's get a move on then," Crowley ushers the two of you out of the store.

The door swings open with ease the wind blowing it back. Y/n's hair whips back into her face a small gigle escaping her lips.

"I hope the wind doesn't disturb the ducks, I do love the breeze though," she smiles.

"I am sure the ducks will not care about the wind once they see your smile," Aziraphale grins.

"Oh you big softie," Y/N pushes his shoulder.

The three of them spent way more time in the shop than was needed. Aziraphale looks at sweets, Crowley judges the plants' quality, and Y/n looks for the best peas to please the ducks. As the group exits the wind seems to have picked and Aziraphale and Crowley exchange knowing smiles unbeknownst to Y/n.

Y/n giggles a strand of hair gets tucked between her nose and lip. She turns to Crowley with a big grin, "You like my mustache?" She twirls the end of her hair as if it were a curly mustache on her face.

Crowley rolls his eyes but his smile tells another story. The wind comes in and goes and each time it picks up Aziraphale and Crowley would exchange silent glances. Y/n starts to pick up on these glances as they become more frequent but does not make the correlation.

She turns to face them pointing an excusing finger at them as they make their way to the park, "What are you two up to?"

Crowley raises his hands up in defense, "I have no idea what you are on about darling."

Y/n ignores Crowley and sends her glance to Aziraphale expecting him to be the more likely one to break but he says nothing and shrugs with an innocent smile.

She puts to her eyes and back to the duo, "I've got my eye on you two." She turns back around and continues to make her way to the duck pond.

Crowley and Aziraphale sit on the same bench as always and Y/n sits closer to the water to accommodate the ducks. She hands out the peas delicately and more and more ducks seem to surround her. Crowley looks at the ducks with envy to be treated so kindly by Y/n was a gift what did these birds do to deserve it. As his jealousy gets the best of him the wind picks up the heaviest it has today making the ducks scurry off. Y/n frowns but the wind causes flowers from a nearby bush to land gently in her hair. She stands smiling letting her hair flow more wildly and dancing around. She followed the direction which the flowers came from and picked some more for the boys.

She sat on the bench once she returned and tucked the flowers in the men's hair, "Crowley if you were jealous of the ducks all you had to do was say not make a windstorm."

"I haven't the faintest clue on what you're talking about," Crowley plays coy.

"Aziraphle," She states.

"We just love seeing you so happy when the wind plays with your hair," he smiled sheepishly.

"See love it wasn't out of jealousy it was for joy," Crowley argued.

"Whatever you say," Y/n giggles.

"I am serious Y/n," he says defensively.

"You are fooling no one, Crowley. Even the angel doesn't believe you," She smiled as the angel looked away hiding a smile.

"Come on, let's leave. I am getting quite tired of you two ganging up on me." Crowley ends the conversation leaving Aziraphale and Y/n smiling and chuckling.

"I must say I did enjoy seeing you so happy with the wind today. I am glad it was accompanied by a signature Crowley tantrum," He whispers into her ear.

Y/n smile widens even bigger and she whispers, "Me too."

"Oi, what are you to whispering about over there? It better not be about me! Let's get a move on," Crowley shouts and the giggling pair follow.

#crowly x aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader #good omens x reader #good omens fic #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x you #aziraphale x y/n #crowley x y/n #aziraphale x crowley

[that-gay-gal]

March for Raph day 24!:

Purple dragons at Central Park >:0

Poor Raph. All he wanted to do was feed the ducks

Fun fact: you shouldn’t feed ducks bread crumbs, since it doesn’t really have any nutritional value. Instead give them rice, chopped up lettuce, oats, birdseed frozen peas, or cut up grapes.

Raph knows this as the animal lover he is of course…. But who has the time to chop up lettuce? Just give them the whole cabbage.

Oh and Jayce (or whatever his name is) is there he’s just… out of frame or something. Yeah. That makes sense

My dnd character is a Canadian goose aarakocra so I’ve gotten some practice drawing ducks.

The character in question has eaten several dozens of candles now and has a collection of arms.

Fun times.

Anyways I’m getting off topic. later!

#march for raph #art #bring back rottmnt #digital art #drawing #save rottmnt #i love rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #save rise of the tmnt #rise raph #rottmnt raph #purple dragons #rottmnt purple dragons #rottmnt kendra #live laugh raph #raph my son #raph tmnt #netlix please continue rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #poor Raph #let him feed the ducks in peace darnit! #ducks

[avocado-writing]

Heyy I recently found your account and love love love your writing. I would absolutely die if you wrote anymore Jim or Gabriel fics. Would love something like fluffy or domestic between Jim/Gabriel and reader or aziracrow finding out that reader is in a relationship with Jim. No worries if you’re busy though 💕

notes: a sequel to this! a plot? in my drabble? it’s more likely than you think.

pairing: jim x reader

rating: T

“I brought you flowers.”

He has. He brandishes a huge bouquet at you, chock full of sunflowers. You take them with a smile. 

“Thank you, Jim. They’re lovely.”

“Mr Fell said I should bring roses, but I liked these ones more, because they’re happy like you are.”

“Oh, Jim,” you say, softly, genuinely taken aback with the kindness of it. You’ve never had someone who’s brought you flowers because they reminded them of you. “That’s so kind. Let me put these in some water and I’ll be right with you.”

Jim waits patiently at your door as you scurry back inside. From across the street, Aziraphale holds up a newspaper to hide his face. He’s cut eyeholes in it, and thinks he’s being very clever. Crowley cringes. 

“Angel, at some point, you’re going to have to accept that they’re going to be fine. They’ve had plenty of dates at this point and nothing untowards has happened to either of them.”

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure. You know that I worry.”

Crowley sighs. As you and Jim head off, he and Aziraphale follow at a decent pace behind. Neither of you have noticed that you have hangers-on. You and Jim are quite in your own world. He’s asked you about your day and you’re telling him, he’s hanging on every word without interruption. You walk at a lazy pace and, as you go, your fingers tangle together and you end up holding hands. Aziraphale sees the way he looks at you: as if you hung the stars.

You like walking, and Jim likes being where you are, so you’re taking a turn around the park. Jim’s brought a small sandwich bag full of frozen peas so you can both feed the ducks. He found it fascinating when you told him why bread wasn’t the best option for them, and for the following week spread that fact with anyone who would listen.

Jim’s… a little strange, but honestly, he’s one of the best people you’ve dated. He’s kind, attentive, and happy to take things slow. After the rapid-fire world of app-based romance and online matchups, it’s nice to have someone who just wants to take a stroll with you.

Aziraphale notes with pride that Jim stops to buy you an ice cream from the cart. You grin and thank him and, even though he can’t hear your conversation from here, he’s reasonably happy that Crowley’s right, and the two of you will do perfectly well on your own. He doesn’t want to tell Crowley that, though, or he’ll make him do the dance; for now he’ll just keep observing.

The two of you sit down on a park bench by the pond and eat your ice cream. At one point you get him to hold yours while you get your iPod out of your pocket and offer him one of the earbuds, and the two of you listen to some song and chat in animated detail about it. The ducks are fed, the ice creams are finished, and you lean your head on Jim’s shoulder.

“I’m so glad I get to spend time with you, Jim,” you tell him, softly, taking his large hand in both of yours. “You make me feel like the only person in the world while we’re together.”

“Is that a good thing?”

You laugh, not unkindly.

“Yes, Jim, it’s good.”

“Then I’m glad. I like spending time with you too. I’d do it all the time if I could. You make me feel…warm.”

You look up at him, at his sincere smile, his kind eyes that crinkle a little.

“Jim, can I kiss you?”

“Oh. Yeah, of course.”

Aziraphale and Crowley have explained the basics of kissing to Jim, knowing this would likely be coming. It’s where humans put their lips together and move them around a bit. Jim hasn’t quite seen the appeal, but when you reach up and press your mouth to his, his whole cosmos changes.

Above you, the bulb in the dormant streetlamp pops, and a burst of sonic energy shoots out from between you with such force that it startles all the poor ducks. They take off flying. 

He understands. He understands why people like doing this. He takes your face in his hands and deepens the kiss, stealing your breath away from the passion of it. You taste like vanilla and strawberry sauce. 

Gabriel pulls back and looks at you with violet eyes. And for a second, he remembers.

“Look at you,” he whispers, deep and longing, swiping a thumb across your lower lip, “you’re gorgeous.”

You furrow your brow.

“Jim?” you ask, perplexed at the change of attitude. 

He shuts his eyes, and when they open again, they’re the colour they usually are. You figure it must have been a trick of the light. He blinks a couple of times, clearing his mind from whatever fog just took it over, and smiles at you.

“That was nice!” he says, in the cheerful way you’ve become accustomed to.

“Are… are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great!” he laughs, and there’s no trace that he even realises what just happened.

Across the way, Aziraphale and Crowley stare, having witnessed the whole thing.

“That’s not good,” Crowley mutters. Aziraphale purses his lips.

-

Taglist: @nix-rose

#Jim good omens x reader #gabriel good omens x reader #Good omens x reader #Request

[nastasya--filippovna]

I know I should be writing part 2 of my meta but here's a little something instead.

Enjoy!

Is it just me or does Scrooge McDuck actually look like David Tennant.

#the resemblance is uncanny #david tennant #ducktales #scrooge mcduck #doctor who #tenth doctor #10th doctor #if I had a dime for every time DT was in one of my favorite shows/movies I'd have a lot of dimes #funny memes #doctor who memes #ducktales meme #it's the 3D glassed for me #did anyone else notice that scrooge is wearing two glasses #DUCKS #that's what water slides of #they probably have ears. that's how they hear other ducks #and don't feed them bread you idiots! #frozen peas

[simplyghosting]

Kid, pulling out bread: I’m gonna go feed the water birds!

Me, after biting my tongue for weeks: That’s nice, but you probably shouldn’t feed them bread since it’s not good for them. Sometimes frozen peas can be a good option, but try looking up what the birds can eat for the best choices.

Kid: Oh! Okay!

Next week

Kid: Ms. Ghostie! Turns out that bird eats meat!

Me: Oh, that’s coo-

Kid: So we’ve been giving him steak :)

Me: …

#ghost posts #why do i even try #i was hoping they would stop feeding the birds tbh #BUT BISTEAK ARE YOU FOR REAL #i would have rather the kid said live frogs

[justaduckarts]

I give each SH god a block of cheese.

I wish to see how they react.

And for you, my dear fanfic author who has made me scream into a pillow on multiple occasions?

I give you bread and algae, as I have heard that is what ducks eats. If not, I apologize.

Hello!

Oh, this is interesting!

Before we get into the gods and their cheese, quick PSA! Ducks should not eat bread! It's bad for them. Should you feel an urge to feed a duck, I recommend frozen peas or blueberries! They'll thank you <3

Eclipse

When you placed the block of cheese upon the dark god's desk, he looked at you, bemused.

"What... What is this?"

"It's Gouda," you could barely hold in your snicker, "gouda to see you."

Eclipse stared you down for a long moment. You could see his shoulders tense as he struggled not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. He cracked, chuckling to himself as he shook his head.

"Dear, you are so silly sometimes." Rising from his desk, Eclipse collected the cheese. "Why don't we find something to have with this? I think a break would do me good."

You smiled brightly, taking the hand extended to you. Eclipse smiled fondly as he guided you out of the office.

Sun

The tired god looked over the block of cheese on his desk, puzzled. He had no idea what to make of this 'gift'. You looked up at him expectantly.

"Ahem. Thank you..." He picked up the cheese between two fingers, nose wrinkling at the pungent odor it produced. You struggled not to laugh as he dismissed you.

Pluto

The goddess paused her work at the forge. She turned and took in the sight of the cube of cheese you were offering.

"What's this?" She tugged off her gloves before taking the chunk from you. Pluto sniffed it curiously.

"I'm so cheesed to see you!" You grinned up at her. Pluto snorted, shaking her head.

"What? You're so silly!" Pluto laughed, patting your head.

Moon

The offering of cheese was met with great confusion. Moon picked up the hunk with a furrowed brow.

"Why?" He looked at you.

"Why not?" You smiled back at him. Moon tilted his head.

"Alright..."

Lunar

The moment he sees the block of cheese, he snaps it up and eats it.

"Mmm! Thanks." He laughed, fishing through his pockets before offering you a few pieces of colorful sour candy.

#justaduckarts answers #star holder au

[eissaphir]

So we've seen Crowley hiding goats against Hell's direct orders so they could live.

And we've seen Crowley yelling at people for feeding bread to ducks bc it's bad for them and that they should be given frozen peas instead.

I'm not saying that Crowley would adopt every stray animal he sees BUT—

#Guys. I don't care if this gets 0 notes this is an absolute banger to me. It's midnight so it's big brain time #If Crowley and Aziraphale lived together he'd constantly go to him with Aziraphale already knowing what's going on #And Crowley puts on his best puppy eyes holds whatever animal he has found THIS TIME up to show Zira just how cute it is & goes 'Pleaaase?' #And we all know Aziraphale. He can't say no to him. He just draws the line at the animals messing with his books #Good Omens #I'm still healing from the finale and imagining this makes me so happy :') #Crowley #Anthony J. Crowley #Good Omens Season 2 #Good Omens S2 #Good Omens Spoilers #Good Omens Season 2 Spoilers #Good Omens S2 Spoilers #All these tags jfc #My posts

[supersonic-rocket-ship]

I feel like Crowley is responsible for the sheer amount of fire extinguishers in Aziraphale’s shop and he would grab some whenever he went out to add to his collection

Typical Crowley shopping trip:

-flowers that he put back several times before deciding to buy them, which will sit in his car for a week before they appear on Aziraphale’s desk one day (Aziraphale secretly adores this, and the flowers remain perfect the entire time out of sheer terror)

- a houseplant that can smell the fear of other houseplants on Crowley and is terrified

- a gallon of cream that Nina asked him to pick up

- frozen peas (mostly to feed to the ducks, otherwise to throw at people who try and feed them bread)

- superglue (even though gluing coins to the ground isn’t technically the epitome of demonic behavior, he always had a great time doing it even though Aziraphale disagreed)

- two or three fire extinguishers (sometimes he treats himself and gets the foaming kind)

#help you have to understand my husband has a fire extinguisher addiction #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #I put way too much thought into this post #crowley

[licncourt]

more about louis and his birds please 🥺

Oh I assume this is re: these Louis hcs!

One of his favorite old man activities is watching and feeding ducks. He yells at people (including children) who feed them bread. The only thing in his and Lestat’s freezer is meat for Mojo and frozen peas for any ducks he may encounter

Lestat's biggest gift to him at the château was setting up Bird Enrichment at all windows. The ground floor has baths and the upper levels have houses and feeders of all kinds. There's also a very large swan pond on the grounds with a gazebo next to it

All the crows know him, he's one of the flock. Any food left behind by human employees becomes corvid food by default, so guard your sandwich

There are inside birds too. He has native songbirds in an aviary, a starling he's trained to speak full sentences, a cockatiel that sings Verdi, and a pair of lovebirds given to him by Lestat when they moved in together officially

Technically he doesn't need binoculars for birdwatching but he uses them anyway and he keeps a list on his desk of every kind of bird he's ever seen. The list began two hundred years ago though, so it's been transferred through several different notebooks. Eventually it'll probably be a google doc

His white whale is the aquatic warbler, he'd sell anyone he knows for a good sighting and perhaps and picture

#answered #vc #hc tag

[dramatis-personae]

@handgiven continued from here

the angel was sitting in the park, right by the pond, peaceful and content enough as it was one of the last warm days of the year. autumnal, yes, but the warmth of the sun was echoed in the yellow leaves of the trees in the area. he had a messenger bag upon his lap and within it another bag, that one full of frozen peas. he was feeding the ducks. just that. he was so engrossed in the fact that he didn't notice the other approaching until the moment the other actually sat down. "good day..." he said, the greeting more of an apology for possibly not having seen him sooner. then his eyes travelled back towards the pond. "are you a fellow... duck enthusiast? would you like to feed them some peas?"

The bickering among the family had been way too much for Jamie. As soon as the talk of the will came into the conversation all focus on why they were gathered went out the window. It's like they all forgot how to mourn. And the announcement of Jamie's inheritance sent everyone into a frenzy. So he ducked out through the garden and just started walking.

His suit was just slightly too big for him, and it was clear this wasn't something he was fond of wearing. When he sat down next to the man on the bench, he nodded with a polite smile. Jamie hadn't even noticed the ducks until they were mentioned, and that smile faded into something warmer. "Hello" he started softly, his gaze never leaving the ducks. "It's nice to meet someone who doesn't insist on giving them bread." His attention went back to the man. "Yes please."

#handgiven #au: bookshop #I hope it's okay I set it in this verse and started with a heavy thing #I'm excited to do a sort of origin of a verse post!

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Bad news, I came up with some more Duck headcanons for you to ramble about! *casually dumps them in your lap*

-Duck has an autographed photo of the city of Truro (well, technically truro’s crew signed it.) in his cab from when Truro visited the island.

-after the RWS book, Duck and the Diesel Engine was published, City of Truro sent duck his own fan latter praising Duck for his bravery and quick thinking and said that Duck is the very model of the GWR. Duck almost popped his safety valve after seeing the letter, now everyone teases him and says that he has a celebrity crush which he denies, but he’s definitely one of Truro’s biggest fans. Actually, it’s not uncommon for engines to have celebrity crushes on famous engines, they could care less about human celebrities unless it has to do with their world, and human accomplishments don’t mean much to an engine, so it only makes sense for them to look up to other famous engines (don’t tell anyone, but Spencer secretly has a celebrity crush on Mallard and would destroy his safety valve when he sees her.)

-people started leaving Duck bread as a joke which annoyed him, he had to politely tell people that no, he cannot eat bread so stop trying to feed him bread. Now people give him frozen peas.

-Duck’s favorite book is a bear called Paddington for obvious reasons.

-while he was trying to teach Casey, my OC the Great Western Way ™, he let Casey shadow him while he did a run with his slip coaches and failed to explain Casey what even slip coaches are, Casey being a goods train only and never seeing slip coaches, thought that the coupling links had broke and shunted all the coaches after Duck before any of the passengers could get off thinking he was helping. It wasn’t until Duck finished his run when he realized what Casey had done and flew into the rage. After some deliberation with the “Little Western Council” (it’s not really a council) they decided to banish Casey from the Little Western under the terms that if he sets one wheel on their branchline from here on out, there will be repercussions. This was overruled by Sir Topham Hatt who made is very clear that he makes the decisions and that the “Little Western Council” has no authority at all.

-why the slip coaches didn’t say anything to Casey? I don’t know….

-in my human AU, he has a little old terrier and a cat. He will sometimes petsit Toad’s Hamster.

-Duck is a city boy, he grew up in the city and found it jarring to go from a bustling city to the more quieter and rural island.

-every Christmas Donald and Douglas’s mom would send him a knitted item, he has a nice sweater collection.

-a fan once sent him a Jeremia Puddle duck plush. He now sleeps with it every night.

-Thomas once received an ostrich egg from one of his pen pals, Nia, (Nia never came to Sodor in My AU, Thomas met her during a RWS anniversary tour and they’ve remained good pen pals.) he tried to see if maybe an ostrich egg would cook over Duck’s engine whistle since the chicken egg obviously didn’t work and the ostrich egg has more mass meaning that, according to Thomas, would theoretically not boil so quickly and explode. Unfortunately, Duck stopped Thomas before he could actually boil the egg, Thomas was holding the egg over the whistle and Percy had his hand on the whistle, but nothing came from it and Thomas had to resort to making a very big omelet with his ostrich egg. Probably a good thing too since an ostrich egg would be a nightmare to clean if it were to explode.

That’s all I have for now, here, have some bonus fanart

Why is that bad news? That is good news, I love rambling about things.

I agree with the first and second headcanon. Duck definitely almost popped a safety valve when he saw the letter, and his whistle blew so loudly it nearly blew everyone's ears off.

I think that Duck can eat bread. I have this headcanon that engines can eat, it just goes into their firebox. Duck likes bread, and frozen peas.

I definitely agree that his favourite book is Paddington. He has the same etiquette as Paddington, and the fact that he worked there also adds to his enjoyment of it. I also love Paddington, and personally prefer him with his black hat (I still love his red hat, but his black hat is nostalgic to me)

I read about the Casey fiasco with the slip coaches on your account. I think that this is a very good idea, and very good episode material. I'm not too sure why the slip coaches didn't say anything to be honest. I love the idea of a Little Western Council, and I also think that The Fat Controller lets the council have authority over the Little Western in a second in command kind of way. The Fat Controller still has first hand authority, but he does take suggestions from the council into account.

Those are nice pets for Duck to have. I headcanon that Duck is very independent and doesn't have pets. He still loves animals though, especially ones that are less favourably received by some, such as bugs and snails.

This headcanon is why I find differing opinions so riveting, for my headcanon is the complete opposite. Duck is a country lad to me. Being from Devon, he loves open spaces and nature. While he doesn't hate the city, it can get too overwhelming for him sometimes, and he much prefers to go bird and bug spotting in the countrysides and woods.

The Christmas headcanon is a really nice headcanon, and I think that Duck sends them all some fancy attire every Christmas as well.

Oh he definitely sleeps with plushies, and a Jeremia Puddle plushie suits him really well. I think that he sleeps with a duck, frog and pumpkin plushie as well.

Duck would absolutely not allow Thomas to boil an ostrich egg on his engine's whistle. Why he allowed his driver to boil an egg on his whistle in the show is beyond me in all honesty. I think that he didn't want to do it, but his driver did it anyway. I also think that he firmly reprimanded his driver after he did it.

That art looks very natural and very good. I love the blended, natural look of the landscape and the ducks look very realistic. I love how the flowers provide flickers of bright colour amongst the mix of murky, foggy, oaky and grassy hues. I also love your Duck and Diesel design, Duck looks a bit gritty and jaded (in a good way) and Diesel looks sleek and sleazy (again, in a good way).

This is all just my opinion.

#ttte #ttte duck #my opinion #my rambles #my headcanons #ttte headcanons #ask answer #ttte the fat controller #ttte thomas #ttte diesel #ttte donald #ttte douglas #duck the great western engine

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Good Omens Season Two Predictions 9/?: Visiting the ducks in St. James's Park and not feeding them bread! Oats, frozen peas, birdseed or sliced grapes...🦆

#good omens #season two #pocket love #predictions