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pictsies-crivens · 5 years

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The Tattoo Post

It's been a couple of weeks in coming, but, it is time I gathered my thoughts together and wrote about the tattoos I got 2.5 weeks ago, and the reasoning behind them. I'll cross-post on Twitter at some point. Apologies, it's a long one.

Here they are:

The explanation: a sad tale of the end of a marriage, now ten entire years ago. The original tattoo, on my upper arm, a birthday gift from my spouse to match their own. I won't go in to details, but we shall say the events surrounding The End caused an episode of extreme depression, and the thoughts that will inevitably accompany such episodes.

I found myself one afternoon soon after The End, sitting on the floor of the new house I had rented with my teenaged children, setting up the television service. I saw Alex Kingston, who caught my eye, as we have the exact same hair (I call her my hair twin). She was standing in the midst of a group of soldiers, with a lovely young redhead, and a young fellow in tweed. The young fellow said, "I’m about to do something incredibly stupid and dangerous. When I do, jump." (Note: Whovians can probably guess I'm talking about Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone.) I remember being confused, as my dad watched Doctor Who when it aired on PBS and the Doctor guy certainly didn't look LIKE THAT. I finished watching the episode, then saw Smith and Jones (a Tennant one). Welp, I was hooked. I fell more and more for this quirky crazed show, finding other Whovians online and in the graduate classes I was enrolled in. If you notice the silhouette inside the TARDIS door, you'll discover who my Doctor is. Step the first to distracting my broken mind from it's singular focus on the dark.

I know, gentle reader, you're probably thinking, shut up, what about Crowley? Well, I'm getting there.

Step the second: I've randomly engaged with the work of Neil Gaiman through the years, starting with Sandman. I became a fan in earnest after watching Stardust (maybe 2 to 3 years after its initial release). It was in the quicksand slow-sink of my after-divorce that I found Good Omens. Gods, it was like taking in a lungfull of clear air after the near drowning in sorrow I was doing every day. I genuinely laughed, probably the first time since, well, you know, reading the paintball incident. Those ineffable idiots bring me such joy. I found Sir Terry Pratchett, DiscWorld, and the delirious giddiness his writing brings my soul.

I decided, a few years back, to cover up my tattoo that shares a similar pattern with the one on my former spouse. With what? Had to be something I loved, something that had brought me joy, one of those things that had been my life raft. The decision was easy. Doctor Who (space scene and the TARDIS, maybe Starry Night?) for the cover up, and the book cover image of Crowley (who, I had decided, was the greatest character ever conceived of in fiction). This perfectly imperfect and adorable thing right here, if you were wondering which book cover:

Well, I gathered the funds, and researched artists. I found the quite talented and cool as all get out David Cox (https://www.instagram.com/davidcoxtattoos/) and was all set to go, I was thinking, yes, this summer.

On May 31, the show dropped, and I saw a living, breathing Crowley. And my precious, impossible, enough of a bastard to be worth liking/knowing Aziraphale. (Yes, I'll probably tattoo something of him, though Michael Sheen is forever inked upon my heart now). The dam in my head with ten years of writer's block collapsed, leaving floods of words and stories in its wake. I'm writing again; I've found my (Ineffable) Muses. Searching out for my fellows in fandom here on Tumblr, I saw an art piece by the insanely talented @retrouvel.

I sent a message after a couple days thought, and asked if I could base our Crowley design off their idea. And bless them infinitely, they said yes. A bit of a change, because I wanted WINGS, and a more traditional tattoo look, but at heart, it was inspired by the amazing Retrouvel, and I can't thank them enough. Do note, he's still sideways, though not exactly sauntering. That's why I have flame haired Crowley. Apologies to Master Gaiman for the use of his fantastic line from Sandman #6 and the capitalisation of a letter that is not so in its original form. It is a favorite phrase of mine, for all its infinite possible connotations.

I'll end with this: Friends, when you're drowning as I was, find something, anything to cling to. I had my now adult offspring (hi kids didn't forget you), a lovely therapist called Misty, my Doctors😉 and my Gaiman and Pratchett; to them I still cling so very tightly. Remember, there's someone, probably more than just one someone, that wants you to stay. I'm one of them. Find your buoy, your life jacket, anything that floats in your ocean of tears and doubt (tell Rose to bunch over, there's room on that door) and bloody cling to it. Just call for it, send up a flare, rescue will come.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthony janthony crowley #goodomens #gnu terry pratchett #peter capaldi #doctor who #tattoos #neil gaiman #apologies to neil gaiman #Retrouvel #hi nick frost i still love you the tattoo about you is coming soon #sandman #hi guys if you need help the trevor project is awesome #if youre looking for a place to donate money trevor project

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ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz · 4 years

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(Love Is Like A) Snake Tattoo

by levnons

“You have a tattoo of a snake,” Crowley said, flatly.

Aziraphale wrung his hands, and the drink beside him replenished with a harsh whiff of paint thinner.

“Er. ‘A’ would imply one singular tattoo.”

Words: 1589, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Tattoos, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Idiots in Love, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Fluff, Fluff and Angst, But only a smidge of Angst, Love Confessions, Gentle Kissing, Jealousy, Body Swap

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/24680614

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

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atreefullofmonkiesonnitrous · 4 years

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Double Blind

Day 10 - Silver and Gold Newt was clattering away in the kitchen, getting Christmas dinner ready for a party of 13. They were eating rather later than normal with all the teenage guests, and one preteen, showing up for their second Christmas dinner in one day. Truthfully he was glad of the extra time to cook, as this was a far cry from his usual cooking for two. He could hear his wife on the phone in the next room as she was finishing up the decorations.

"Yes, I'm sure. It will be fine."

"He is going to love it."A longer pause.

"No, we've been over this. It's perfect. I don't care if gold is more traditional, he always wears silver, and when has he given a toss about tradition?"

"Now you are just being ridiculous."

"The book stopped at Armageddon, you are on your own, but don't worry."

"If he's stuck around for 6,000 years already I am fairly sure you are stuck with him."

"Yes."

"I won't."

"I will."

"Look I have another call, it will be FINE."

Newt was at least 75% sure he knew who the new call would be. It stood to reason really, which was about the only thing about this that did.

"Yeah?"

"I was just talking to him."

"I'm absolutely sure he has no idea."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"No, I am NOT saying he won't be interested."

"I can not over state how sure I am that it will go well."

"No."

"Drama Queen."

"Shut up, you love me."

"Unhun, fires of eternity, got it. So you don't want my help anymore?"

"That's what I thought."

"Okay, that is definitely not going to be the problem."

"First of all, can you really imagine him being that materialistic? Secondly, gold is not boring, it's traditional. He adores traditions."

"I know the plan."

"Yes."

"It's already in place."

"Just get yourselves here in one piece."

"Okay, bye."

Newt came out of the kitchen and handed Anathema a glass of sherry that she tossed back in one go. "Were those two conversations what I think they were?" He asked.

"Most likely, you're a clever fellow." She smiled at him.

"I can't figure out if knowing Heaven and Hell are real, and full of such absolute idiots is comforting or terrifying," he said.

"Let me know when you figure it out." Anathema laughed. "I can't tell either, especially since, from what I've heard they are pretty competent, comparatively."

"Terrifying. Definitely terrifying."

Christmas dinner was a genial and raucous affair. The Them had not settled at all despite having attained the lofty status of teenagers. Pepper's seven year old sister tended to be an instigator of mischief, mostly to keep from being ignored. Adam and Warlock were whispering in a corner, which never boded well for anything. The former Mrs. Dowling, now Ms. Carpenter, was keeping an eye on them, in the vain hope of getting in the way of anything too disastrous. Marjorie was telling a heavily edited story from her days as Madame Tracy, while Shadwell was snoring in his chair having eaten nearly his weight in dinner.

Crowley and Aziraphale were both distracted and fidgety, and were the only ones in the room not to notice how nervous the other was. Anathema was also fidgety, and they were both shooting her warning glares by turn. It was nearly killing her to not start giggling like mad. Eventually, the last of the mince pie was eaten and the brewing disaster in the corner was headed off by poppers and promises of presents. Crowley was even prevailed upon, by virtue of Aziraphale's pouty face, to wear his paper crown, but only after the bright blue had been traded for red.

Anathema declared herself "Father Christmas" and passed the gifts out to their intended recipients. The children got theirs first and were thus distracted with new electronics while the adults did their exchange. Warlock stayed while Crowley and Aziraphale opened a hand drawn book about a snake and a rabbit that raised a baby crow, that brought tears to both their eyes. When there were only a few gifts left Newt dragged out a large box in front of Aziraphale and Anathema brought a large flat box to Crowley.

"Crowley, you go first," she said.

Crowley tore the brightly colored paper and gaped. All anyone else could see was the wooden outline of a frame.

"How on earth did you find this? I thought it had been lost!" His voice was almost a whisper."

A cousin of mine is an art historian. He mentioned it to me. Apparently it's a highly debated piece, because it looks like a Da Vinci, but there is no signature, so no one can be sure if it's his or a student's."

At Da Vinci's name Aziraphale's head snapped up. He looked over at Crowley. "Is that…?"

Crowley nodded. "It's a real Da Vinci, I remember sitting for it." He turned the painting around. It was two smaller paintings framed together, though it was clear they were meant to be seen as a pair. Anyone who knew them would recognize Crowley and Azirapahle, Crowley holding an apple and Aziraphale holding a scroll. Each of them had their hand on half of a book that transitioned between the two paintings. Aziraphale's eyes were misty again.

"I remember as well. It is truly remarkable that you found it." Before they could start tripping over themselves with thanks Anathema chivied Aziraphale to his own present. Inside that paper was a box holding ten identical books. Aziraphale lifted one out. "The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch - 2nd Edition - Annotated." He looked in astonishment at Anathema.

"We reconstituted it from the family collections of index cards. It's all there along with family guesses about various prophecies and notations when they happened. These ten, plus one for the family, are all that we printed." She grinned. "You now own the rarest books of completely useless prophecy in the world."

"My dear, this is a priceless gift! It's far too generous both of these! Now for your gift! Come here and give me your hands." She did, looking confused. Crowley got up and came over laying his hands on Aziraphle's shoulders. "My gift to you, Anathema, and Newt will benefit by it too, is my blessing, for the very best of health for these next eight months. Nothing will harm you and everything will be as easy as possible. Though I do advise leaving the sherry go for a bit, even so." She stood looking at him confused for a minute until the implications of his words sunk in, then she pulled her hands to her mouth to cover her happy shriek and turned to Newt who had also just caught on and swept her up and spun her around. When they calmed down a bit Crowley spoke up.

"And I promise that you will have without a doubt the most experienced midwife on the planet. Always felt guilty about the whole business, so I've gotten very good at it." He came over and gave her a hug before going back to his seat. Everyone else had to give their hugs and congratulations to both the parents to be as well.

"Oh! There are still two gifts left!" Anathema went and took two small boxes from under the tree, and handed one to Aziraphale and the other to Crowley. They each gave her a LOOK but she just smiled at each of them. They each unwrapped the small box.

"Anathema, I think you got them backwards."

"Oh dear, this one isn't for me."

Aziraphale and Crowley look at each other, both hesitating, but Crowley moves first, crossing the room and holding out the box. "Aziraphale, this is for you," as soon as he gets close he drops to one knee.

"You are the light of my world, my angel. We have been through everything together, and together is the way I want to continue. The worst thing that ever happened to me, is the thing that led me to you, and I would Fall again, to be able to be with you. I know it's a human thing, but we've decided that humanity is our side, so Aziraphale, will you marry me?"

Aziraphale looked down at Crowley, the box in his hand held a golden ring shaped like a snake swallowing its own tail. Its eyes were sapphires and tiny chips of clear stones studded its length. He shot a glance at Anathema, then he also knelt down, even with Crowley and rather than taking the box, held out his own.

"Crowley, beloved, you have been my guide and guard for longer than I ever realized. You have shown me what it truly means to love unconditionally, for you have always been to me, patient, kind, generous, humble, selfless, forgiving, and possessing a faith in me that I can only hope to be worthy of. There is nothing I want more in this world than to have the singular honor of calling you my husband."

He took from his box a ring of moonlit silver etched in the shape of a feather. The tip was curled around a deep red ruby and the shaft was inlaid with onyx. They each slid their rings on to the other's finger, then leaned in for as deep a kiss as the present company would allow. Everyone was laughing and clapping.

"That was the gayest thing I have ever seen," Adam said. Pepper shot him a horrified glare. "What? Double proposals are peak queer culture!" That sparked another round of general laughter.

Crowley stood and helped Aziraphale up as well. He kept his arm around his fiance(!) as he looked at Anathema."You knew, this entire time, didn't you!"

"It was so hard not to say anything," she wailed. "You each had almost the exact same plan! And you were both such nervous wrecks over it. The wedding really is going to just be a formality, you two are already the most married beings I have ever met!"

They couldn't even deny it.

For @drawlight‘s 31 days of Ineffables Day 10, Silver and Gold

Thanks to @waywren for the ideas for Warlocks gift to them and Anathema’s gift to Crowley. For those who don’t recognize it, it’s the painting from the Ineffable edition a description of which can be found here

#@drawlight #31 days of ineffables #silver and gold #Good Omens #good omens fic #my fic #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #crowley (good omens)#aziraphale #proposal #double proposal #ineffable idiots #good omens fluff #tooth rotting fluff #gifts #anathema device #newt pulsifer #warlock dowling

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ao3feed-goodomens · 4 years

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(Love Is Like A) Snake Tattoo

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3hmrqwY

by levnons

“You have a tattoo of a snake,” Crowley said, flatly.

Aziraphale wrung his hands, and the drink beside him replenished with a harsh whiff of paint thinner.

“Er. ‘A’ would imply one singular tattoo.”

Words: 1589, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3hmrqwY

#ao3feed #fanfic #Good Omens

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gaslightgallows · 5 years

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I want you all to understand how deeply I've fallen into the Good Omens pit. This is what my WIP folder looks like:

It hasn't even been a month yet. I’m doomed.

(descriptions and a few snippets under the cut)

All About Oysters: Aziraphale and Crowley snack in bed while reminiscing about the first meal they ever shared. (tooth-rotting fluff plus historical flashbacks, aka I had to ask someone what oysters tasted like for this fic and wow that was more than I ever needed to know about edible bivalves)

An Invisible Wound: After the business with the Templar, Crowley tries to help Aziraphale regain his footing on Earth. (Follow-up to “Jewel in the Crown” [below].)

Between what had happened with the Templar (ten years on and the angel still looked as bad as he had when Crowley had rescued him) and what had happened in Troyes (it wasn’t Guichard’s fault that his father had been a demon, but the church tribunal hadn’t seen it that way), there were too many dangers abroad in the world, even for occult and ethereal beings. “Look, thanks to the valiant efforts of both sides, the fourteenth century is clearly shaping up to be a hundred-year-long piss pot. The least I can do is give you a little advice.”

Angels With Wild Beast’s Eyes: Along in his shop, Aziraphale reads poetry and thinks decidedly unangelic thoughts about a certain demon. (probably going to be NSFW)

He always made sure to keep a bit of Calvados in the bookstore, but he indulged in it only rarely.

Only when he had a particular demon on his mind.

everything i had but couldn’t keep: Crowley thought he’d lost Aziraphale. Now he won’t let his angel out of his sight. (aaaaaaaaaaaaaangst. and discussions of suicide)

Crowley twisted his neck round to peer up at the angel and frown. “Is that really all holy water is?”

“Of course. Well, sort of – it’s the blessing that makes it truly holy, of course. But it’s not as though I had to go to Galilee to fetch the stuff.”

“...I don’t know why that never occurred to me before.”

Jewel in the Crown: Aziraphale is captured by a Templar Knight and brought to France in chains as his new trophy. (not listed above)

Love and the Whole Art of Sin: look, the prompt for this was “sexy angel/demon times with a super subby Crowley”, I think that says everything. (definitely NSFW)

"My beautiful, sad, wonderful, maddening, good Crowley..."

The demon let out a whimper, and then cursed softly at his own weakness. "Are you trying to undo me with words?"

"Possibly. I know a lot of words."

Mad, Bad, Dangerous, Et Cetera: Crowley wakes up in the middle of the 19th century, bumps into Aziraphale and learns more about his old friend than he wanted to know. (lots of sex talk, no actual sex)

Crowley took a sip of his wine and let the flavorful liquid linger on his tongue for an extra second or two before swallowing. “Angel,” he drawled, “it reeks of fornication in here.”

Aziraphale bristled as though struck, which told him he was right. “It does not!”

“Oh, it most certainly does.”

One Good Turn (working title): A year after averting The War, and after a chance encounter with Adam Young, Crowley and Aziraphale decide it’s time to get back to being godfathers to the Antichrist. The correct Antichrist, this time.

“Oh, and I almost forgot. My cousin Anthony and his boyfriend are coming for a visit next Friday.”

Mr. Young looked up from his after-dinner newspaper with an expression of sublime bewilderment. “Your cousin Anthony? And… his boyfriend?”

“Yes, dear. Adam and I ran into the boyfriend – oh, no, I suppose ‘partner’ is probably the better word, they’re both a bit mature to be boyfriends – anyway, we ran into his partner in London when we were there shopping for your birthday, and we got to talking, and then Anthony turned up and we all had a lovely lunch and I said, it’s been ages since you’ve come to visit! And he said yes, but he’d been out of the country and working, and after this and that, well, Arthur…”

Dierdre Young went on with her explanation for several minutes, while Mr. Young listened and nodded and Adam watched his father’s eyes glaze over.

The Patience of Angels: the big damn Book of Enoch-inspired fic that started me down this road to Hell.

“You’ve been consorting with demons for centuries, that makes you the expert.”

“I have consorted—that is, I have been acquainted with one demon, singular, who is not what you might call a common denizen of Hell. And while I’m always interested in finding ways to help humans thwart the wiles of the evildoer at every turn, as you might say, I’ve also been in a very peaceful state of semi-retirement for several years.”

“True,” Gabriel pointed out, “but that’s still only semi-retired. And you’re technically still on our payroll.”

The Whole Damn World Turned Upside Down: After Crowley saves him from Nazis, Aziraphale makes an admission he hadn’t intended to make that night. Or possibly ever.

Aziraphale stooped to help him to his feet. “My dear fellow,” he said gently, “I’m an angel. I was made to sense love.”

“Oh no, don’t say it.” Crowley slumped forward, shaking his head forlornly. “Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. There’s nothing we can do…”

“But… it’s true.”

The demon swallowed. “True as gospel.”

Where Love's a Grown Up God: A long, drawn-out, emotional exploration of the Ineffable Husbands the night after the Apocalypse That Wasn’t. (possibly NSFW, not sure yet)

Crowley was gawking at him in a remarkably dumbfounded manner. "Angel," he said. "Kiss. More."

"Oh, for the love of—we don't have time!"

So Crowley stopped time.

It was talent peculiar to him, though whether it was specific to his demonic existence or something left over from his time as an angel, Aziraphale wasn't sure and had never worked up the nerve to ask. But it had saved his life a time or two, it had helped to save the world, and now...

And... now.

Wonders of the Invisible World: Crowley manages to get caught up in the Salem Witch Trials. (This fic is mostly an excuse for me to shit on Cotton Mather.)

"Oh no, not a witch. I'm special. For once, the pious idiots have gotten it right."

"Oh no. You mean...?"

"Yup. Charged with being a demon. I hate America."

#gaslight blogs about fic #good omens #drowning in wips #plot bunny breeding season

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