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adventures-in-mangaland · 8 days

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I'm going with 10 All Time Classics from the Captain America (MCU) fandom. I mean, they're all classics to me, at least. In no particular order:

1. This, You Protect by owlet

First installment in the Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series, which are all amazing. It's a “Bucky escaping Hydra and rebuilding his sense of self” fic, which he does while spying on Steve. With eventual Avengers Family and a lovely cast of OCs bonding with Bucky in the meantime. It has a very distinctive perspective and writing style; Bucky's in constant internal (and sometimes accidentally external) dialogue with himself, making it hilarious and tragic all at the same time. I love it. I've recently been getting into The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells and this Bucky has a similar sassy-but-vulnerable vibe? Read this if you like that, anyway.

2. The One Who Knows by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

This is a Political Animals AU, in that no-powers Steve is inserted into the Political Animals world and Bucky is TJ. Discusses being outed and depression but is ultimately hopeful. The author is one of my all time faves and has written lots of great stories for this and many other fandoms.

3. Blue Scales by chaya

Steve is a merman AU. He's still Captain America, though. It's crack with heart, I love it.

Best line: "May your scales and your love story be our weird secret forever.”

4. Our Lingering Frost by eyres

AU where Bucky is rescued from Hydra in the 50s (?) and so is around for Steve to be found.

5. Assets Out of Containment by follow_the_sun

It's a classic to *me*, OK? Bucky goes undercover at Jurassic World just as that movie's plot kicks off. They're Hydra dinosaurs! It's just great. Also has a podfic and crossovers with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

6. Not Easily Conquered (series) by dropdeaddream and WhatAreFears

Some of the greatest fanfiction I've ever read, the whole series is epic. Anyway, it's a "Steve doesn't go into the ice" AU with added queer angst when (never sent) love letters from Bucky resurface. I particularly like the second installment in the series The Thirteen Letters, which are just Bucky's letters and are insanely well-written.

7. to memory now I can't recall by Etharei

Time travel AU! Featuring post-CATWS Bucky accidentally switching places with CATFA era Bucky.

8. If Wishing Made It So by Leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Genie!Bucky AU! This author is great at writing AUs with fantasy/genre elements, it was hard to choose. They've also written an excellent werewolf!Steve AU and a horse!Steve AU that I really love.

9. Into That Good Night by Nonymos

An Interstellar AU! Very angsty and tragic but with an eventual happy ending.

10. Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square by Speranza

Speranza must be one of the best writers in the fandom, so it was hard to pick just one of their fics. Other strong contenders were All the Angels and the Saints and The Fifties, so check those out too! But this one has a special place in my heart. Steve, Tony and Natasha accidentally time travel to WW2 London, leading to an accidental run-in with CATFA-era Bucky. The author does tragic and romantic time travel tropes so well, but with a happy ending.

I now realise that most of these are AUs, so here’s a bonus rec for a non-AU in-universe story that’s severely underrated and deserves more love:

Heart, Have No Pity on this House of Bone by Sena

This story follows Bucky in-action in the Pacific Theatre. It’s very well written and, from what I can tell, well researched. Steve only appears in Bucky’s imagination and the story focuses on the horrors of war rather than romance, but it’s gripping! And it explores unrequited love, being closeted and period-typical homophobia, which I also enjoyed. I’m still holding out hope for a sequel.

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see-arcane · 7 months

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(Needless song dissection incoming)

Okay, I know the lyrics match up tonally with Jonathan's stay in Transylvanian Vampire Hell, hence 'so far from home~,' but it's starting to click home to me as something Dracula must have had on his brain as of/just after October 3rd.

The most obvious reason is that, like the rest of the @re-dracula tunes, it would only make sense to have "Inside You" happening within chronological order of events. Why backpedal all the way to the opening for a time-misplaced tune?

But the subtler reason it's most likely placed right around October 3rd's events? Potentially right after Dracula got a look at white-haired, hollow burning-eyed Jonathan in Piccadilly (and got duly mugged at kukri point)? The style of the song. It's a jaunty, whirling, waltzing, stage-ready melody.

The kind of song Dracula would likely never have heard and summarily gotten stuck in his head until he was in England and in reach of a stage. You don't need an invitation to a theatre! Everyone is welcome with a ticket! So he mills inside the same way he idled his way into wolf-browsing at the zoo, and takes in a show. And the music hooks his ear.

Cue today's spectacle, replete with making the one move guaranteed to enrage and devastate his runaway solicitor--so far from (his) home--and lay the groundwork for the young man ultimately crawling back into his thrall. Holiest love and all.

Jonathan won't stay put to be turned and take his place with the Brides like a good new addition? Jonathan wants to join his nuisance busy-brained beloved in mucking up Dracula's plans for England? Jonathan, the man who belongs belonged to him, wants to defy him, strike at him with more than a spade?

Fine.

Mina is damned by force. It is a heinous assault, but the job is done in minutes, the horror left to stain things in the bastard's absence.

But Jonathan? As the tune gleefully, insidiously implies, Dracula wants to shoulder him back through the gamut of their past roles, to take the time to make him plead for mercy that won't come (for him or her), wringing out the old doomed song and dance from his former captive until all the light he saw in his eyes--hollow-burning, strong, vicious, meaning to make the hunter the hunted--go out before Jonathan is dragged, beaten and broken at last, into the state he barely escaped in the castle.

And, like all the knife-twisting acts of that hellish summer stay, Jonathan will have to do it by choice.

Facing the wolves or waiting out the night.

Kill her or join her, my sweet friend. Don't look so sour, Jonathan. No one is forcing you to do this. Ha ha.

Even in his own sourest moods to come--and the bloodsucking fucker will have PLENTY to be sour about in future entries, get wrecked you undead prick--I imagine humming the little tune to himself will be some balm.

Ugh.

#in short this song is rewiring my brain #every other verse makes me wish I was either holding pepper spray or handing it to Jonathan under a table #ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #jonathan harker #mina harker #dracula #re: dracula #music

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princessanneftw · 2 months

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Princess Anne at the opening of The Run Run Shaw Theatre at 195 Piccadilly on 8 March 1978

#:3 #she’s so pretty #the second pic screams mischief #I wish she was still president of bafta #princess anne #lord mountbatten #british royal family #brf #bafta

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bodhrancomedy · 1 year

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Is there a curse?

Probably not, but here are some of the deaths and incidences apparently related to the Scottish curse because I don’t have access to my old essays since leaving uni.

“Macbeth has certainly had its fair share of mishaps. Theatre manager Lilian Baylis died on the night of the dress rehearsal for the Old Vic's 1937 production starring Laurence Olivier. A falling stage weight just missed landing on Olivier; then the director and the actress playing Lady Macbeth were involved in a car crash. The play's opening was postponed, and on its first night Baylis' portrait fell off the theatre wall. ‘They used real weapons, and one flew into the audience, giving someone a heart attack,’ adds Chouhan.

“In 1942, three actors died during the run of the Piccadilly Theatre's version, starring John Gielgud. The costume designer committed suicide.

‘And one of the most infamous incidents actually had very little to do with the play itself,’ says Chouhan. ‘In 1849, a much-loved English actor-manager called William Macready was touring in Macbeth in America. He had developed a rivalry with an American actor called Edwin Forrest, who was equally well-loved in America and was starring in another version. When Macready went to perform at the Astor Opera House in New York, Forrest's supporters showed up. The performance had to be heavily policed. Macready went onstage and riots broke out. Soldiers fired into the crowd – about 20 people died.’

However, the most intriguing story is the one that surrounds the play's first performance by Shakespeare's own company, in which the actor due to play Lady Macbeth is said to have died shortly before the first performance.

This, says Chouhan, is ‘all just a myth’.

‘In the 19th century, Macbeth was a particularly popular play, and some critics were getting fed up with it. One was Max Beerbohm, a cartoonist and critic. He made up a story that the actor playing Lady Macbeth in the first production had died. It was a parody of the way scholars take evidence from the period; of what George Bernard Shaw called ‘Bardology’. But everyone believed it, and that's where the myth of bad luck began.’”

#deaf #tiktok #funny #video #actor #Shakespeare #william shakespeare #Macbeth #the scottish play

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blogdeepbelieverbouquetworld · 7 months

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David Tennant attends the gala night for Derren Brown's new magic show Unbelievable at the Criterion Theatre, in Piccadilly, London. September 27, 2023.

#davidtennant #unbelievable

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littleeliza-lotte · 2 years

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The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return

#we had can can seats it was AMAZING #moulin rouge west end #moulin rouge #satine #Christian #cosplay #west end #Piccadilly theatre #liisi lafontaine #Simon Bailey #Jamie boygo #can can #curtain call

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archiveikemen · 1 year

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 9

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“— Don’t let a murderer stand on stage.”

Kate: That’s…

The words were written in blood red letters on blank pieces of paper, enough to instil fear in a person.

Theatre Member: … What on earth is that? That’s creepy.

Liam: That’s definitely the work of the person who sold my information to the newspaper. … I’m sorry.

Kate: … It’s not your fault, Liam. I’ll get rid of those.

???: Don’t peel them off the wall yet. There are things to observe from those posters.

I heard a familiar voice, and William emerged from the shadows with Harrison.

Liam: … It’s the two of you.

Tom: Excuse me, but may I know who the two of you are?

William: William Rex. A friend of Liam’s, and a fan of The Scala.

William: It is an honour to make your acquaintance, Tom Crawford.

Tom: William. By any chance, are you the man who's been supporting the theatres in Piccadilly?

William: Ah, yes. I hope I’ve been of a little bit of help.

Tom: Not just a little, you’ve been of great help to us!

Tom: Could it be that you’re also—

Harrison: I’m not a big appreciator of theatre as he is. I’m just someone who works for a publishing company as a proofreader.

William’s sincerity and Harrison’s rarely witnessed honesty made Tom drop his guard.

Tom: I see, I see. What a pair of attractive men… makes me want to recruit them.

Tom: Ah, pardon me. What brings you here tonight?

William: After discussing with Liam, I’m here to search for the culprit who sold the information to the newspaper.

William: The culprit must still be very obsessed with Liam, to bring up an incident that happened so long ago.

William: In other words, under the assumption that the culprit might be someone around Liam, we’re here to look at reactions.

Harrison: Therefore, I did my research on all the people in The Scala. … On my own accord.

Tom: How the heck…

Harrison: — Using the publishing company's connections.

(That was definitely a lie.)

I was impressed by Harrison’s trick of mixing a lie with the truth, and William continued in his melodious voice.

William: We managed to narrow it down to a few suspects. And, thankfully…

William: — I just placed the final piece of the puzzle.

(Huh…?)

William: Look at the height at which the posters are placed. Don’t you think a man would've placed them higher?

(Oh…)

William: Although there's a slim likelihood that the culprit disguised themselves, judging by the messiness of the job, that's still highly unlikely.

Kate: That means… the culprit…

Harrison: We narrowed it down to one woman. Moreover, look “here”.

Kate: There's water on the ground…? It’s like something was dragged—

Tom: Ah, a mop! A very bushy one.

William: Very insightful, Mr Crawford. The culprit committed the deed while pretending to be cleaning.

Tom: I see… she must've hid the posters in a bucket.

Kate: Even if she were to be caught in the act, she could conveniently make the excuse of being in the process of peeling the posters off…

An image of the culprit gradually formed in my mind.

Harrison: I found out that the culprit is a janitor who just started her job at The Scala.

Harrison: Perfectly guilty.

William: She’s scheduled to come to work at The Scala tomorrow. “The culprit always returns to the scene of the crime”. I’m very certain that she will show up for work as usual.

Liam: Tomorrow is the first day of the play. I won’t bother everyone anymore. … I’ll talk to her myself.

Harrison: I’m worried about leaving you alone, so I’m coming with you. Kate, judging from that look on your face, you want to come too, right?

Kate: … Yes. I won’t get in your way, so please let me stay by your side.

Liam: … Mm, thanks, Kate. Also, I’m sorry.

William: I’ll leave the rest to you. Ah, you should take the “queen” with you.

William: I have a feeling you’ll need him.

(“Queen” refers to Elbert, whose fairytale curse is “Queen from Snow White”.)

William is good at determining what lies ahead of us, it’d be best to follow his lead.

…

— The day of the performance.

Liam, Harrison, Elbert, and I were waiting at Piccadilly for a “janitor’s girlfriend”.

Elbert: … I don't understand why we have to call her that.

Harrison: Neither do we. But Will never does anything meaningless, so we'll go with his plan.

Liam’s facial expression was tense as he stood next to me, and my heart was pounding hard against my chest.

Right when I was about to say something to calm his nerves—

Harrison: Spotted. I saw that woman on the list of employees.

Janitor’s Woman: …!

The woman immediately turned on her heels when she noticed us waiting in front of The Scala and tried to run away when—

Harrison grabbed her by the arm.

Janitor’s Woman: … Ggrh.

Harrison: Be quiet if you don't want to be handed to the police. … Liam, do you recognise this woman’s face?

Liam: …

Liam: … No, I’ve never seen her before.

Harrison: … What do you mean?

Kate: …

(I doubt a total stranger would do such a thing to him.)

William and Harrison’s deduction couldn't have been wrong.

(She must have something to do with this.)

Elbert: … Ahh…I get it.

(...?)

The moment Elbert’s shoes stepped on her shadow—

Janitor’s Woman: Ah… ahhh… no… stop… stop…

(W-What…)

Harrison: … El’s ability is to bring back someone’s most painful memory by stepping on their shadow, to the point it causes the person to become mentally distressed.

Janitor’s Woman: …Ggh, I don't want to see it. I don't want to… Jacob… argh… Jacob… ugh.

(Where have I seen that name… ah.)

“The casualties were — Liam's father, Max, Liam's mother, Karen, and their butler, Jacob.”

Elbert took his foot off her shadow, the woman was gasping for air as if she had just been woken up from a nightmare.

Janitor's Woman: … What was… that…?

Elbert: … Your most painful memory.

Elbert: If you don't want to experience that again… you should be honest and confess.

The woman, trembling from the memory of being haunted by her own sorrows, revealed her true identity to us.

Marie: My real name is Marie. … I’m the fiancée of Jacob, a butler who worked for the Evans.

Liam: Jacob’s fiancée…?

Marie: Jacab was the son of a baron, who ran away from his family to rebel against his parents because they wanted him to take over as the head of the family.

Marie: He hid his real identity and got a job as a butler for the Evans family. He left me, his fiancée, alone in a far away place.

Marie: … And he never came home, because he gave his life to protect you (Liam), the person who started that fire.

Harrison: There’s no evidence that Liam started the fire, nor is there evidence that Jacob died protecting him.

Harrison: A dead man can’t speak. … You’re just speculating, aren't you?

Marie: … He frequently wrote letters to me after he left. Those letters were about you (Liam).

Liam: …?

Marie: He told me about the two of you becoming friends, and that it bothered him when you started acting strange—

Marie: He was a kind hearted man. That’s why… he died protecting you…

Marie: … Why did he have to die and you’re still alive?

Liam: …

Marie: If it wasn't for you back then, everything… everything would've been…!

Kate: Please stop… don’t… don’t say things like “if it wasn't for you”.

(... Not only Liam, but she will also be hurt by those words.)

Liam: … Kate, you… you don't have to protect me.

Liam: It’s natural for you to be angry. Because everything — is true.

Marie: … What.

Liam: Haha… it was me who started that fire, and Jason protected me.

Liam: I was still a little boy, and he shielded me from the flames with his body.

Marie: … Ggh.

Liam: I told him to stop protecting me, but he wouldn't listen. … I was crying and he yelled at me to “live”.

Liam: It must've been so hot… painful… torturous…

(... Li… am…)

Liam: Therefore, it's all my fault.

Liam: Everything, everything that happened is my fault.

Liam: Hey… want to kill me?

(... what?)

Liam: You want to kill me, don't you? If that's what you want, I’ll gladly let you do that.

Liam: Only then will you definitely… “forgive me”.

Liam took the dagger hanging by his waist and placed it in Marie’s hands.

Liam: Come on, you know how to do it? My heart… it's over here.

The dagger fell out of Marie’s trembling hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Liam: Oh no. Ahaha… fortunately, I have another one.

Liam: … Here you go. You can stab me right here.

(What are you… doing…)

If Marie were to push the dagger — it would pierce through Liam’s heart.

Death was so near, I could smell it, and it made me break into a sweat.

(... One wrong move… and he’ll be dead…)

(... Liam isn't going to stop…)

(I need to… hurry…)

— All those thoughts were running through my head, but my body refused to move.

Liam: Hey, aren't you going to kill me? No one will condemn you for killing me.

Marie: Argh.. ahh…

Liam: I’m used to feeling pain, so feel free to go wild.

Liam: You can stab me however many times you want till I’m dead.

Marie: … Hah… hah…

Liam: … Hey.

Marie: … Argh, aa… AAAH!

Liam: … What’s the matter?

Liam: Hey… come on, quick.

Harrison: Liam. … Stop fooling around.

Elbert: … Put the dagger away.

The moment Marie fell to the ground, I realised that I had been holding my breath the entire time.

My head was spinning due to being deprived of oxygen, and I couldn't regulate my emotions.

And yet…

When I saw Marie crouching on the ground with her face drained of colour, I had a strong feeling — this can't go on.

(I’m sure she’ll never bother Liam again. … But we can't end things like this.)

(If this is how it ends, this woman’s tomorrow… will be grey and sorrowful.)

(And—)

(... Liam’s too, if we don't change anything.)

Kate: Today…

Kate: … is the first day of the play. … Why don't you come watch?

…

— We only had 10 more minutes till the curtain rose.

Marie was seated in the audience, accompanied by Harrison and Elbert.

I was worried about Liam, who looked as emotionless as a blank canvas without any colour.

Tom gave me permission to stay next to Liam at the side of the stage while he waited for his turn.

(... I haven't been able to say a thing to him since just now.)

In a place where the situation was busy due to the upcoming performance, Liam and I were the only ones being unnaturally silent.

Liam: … Hey, Kate.

Kate: Mm. … Yes?

Liam: I…

Liam: What should I do…?

(Again…)

Liam looked at me with anxious eyes, as if entrusting himself to others — to me.

That image of him resembled one of a lost child, and it was heart wrenching to see.

Kate: I… I don’t know either.

Liam: … Aha. … R-Right.

Kate: But…

Liam: …?

(...)

Kate: I’m sure that… Marie would love to see you on stage.

Kate: You are what her loved one bequeathed to her—

(I’m scared to tell him this…)

Liam nodded, as if urging me to continue.

The easiest thing to do would've been to keep my mouth shut.

(But if things go on like this… no one can be at peace.)

A shaky breath escaped my lips.

Kate: … She would love to see you shine bright like a star, Liam.

Liam: …

Liam: … Mm, I understand.

Liam: Thank you for telling me, Kate.

Liam stood up, removed his jacket, and took a deep breath.

Instantly — the air around Liam changed.

Soon, the signal to start the show rang and the spotlight became brighter.

Liam: — I’ll be right back.

Liam’s back disappeared into the blinding light.

With a round of applause and basking in the spotlight, Liam became Heathcliff from “Wuthering Heights”.

That figure shone as bright as betelgeuse.

The audience was fully drawn into the show and their eyes were captivated.

— However,

(... I’m scared.)

My legs became weak and gave way, so I sat down on the spot.

(I…)

(... I don't know Liam’s heart.)

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil main story #liam main story

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ajconstantine · 10 months

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AJ Constantine's Good Omens Fic Recommendations. Human AU 10-20k word length.

In an effort to organize the stories that I particularly enjoy, I’m compiling them into categories and posting them. I’ll add stories to the lists periodically as I come across more that I like.

My first category is Human AU of a medium-short word length of 10-20k. This length is a satisfying one; enough to feel like it’s a complete story without feeling like it’s a huge commitment to start reading. Interestingly, it doesn’t seem to be a fairly common word length, so I only have six stories to start with.

If you enjoy any of these stories, please comment on the fic and let the writer know! It brightens their day immensely and encourages them to keep writing these wonderful stories for all of us to delight in.

Click on the link below to see the list of stories.

Where We Will Love by TawnyOwl95/ @tawnyontumblr. Rating: E, Chapters: 5. Words: 17,795 Summary: Crowley busks in Piccadilly Circus. Just down the road in Haymarket, Azra Eastgate performs at Her Majesty’s Theatre. One duet is going to change both their lives. MUSIC AU. AJ’s notes: Sweet meet cute, no angst.

Cock Tales by TawnyOwl95. Bartender AU. Rating: E, Chapters: 4. Words: 12, 269 Summary: Crowley’s love life is on the rocks so he finally swears off men. Typical that his new job places him with a co-worker who's so straight up sexy. Or in which, Aziraphale tries to mix things up, Crowley is shaken and Anathema is a right stirrer. But could a relationship be worth a shot?

I'm All Yours by FeralTuxedo/ @feraltuxedo. Rating: E, 11,479 words. Chapters: 4. Summary: Crowley has been rescuing his friend Aziraphale over and over again for a decade. Hopelessly in love, ready to jump at a moment’s notice when he was needed. When Aziraphale finally breaks up with his partner, Crowley is there to help him through what’s looking to be one hell of a mid-life crisis. Things could finally change. If he manages not to mess it up again. A human AU with a whole forest’s worth of pining squeezed into a single day.

Strong Enough For Love by TawnyOwl95. Rockstar AU. Rating: E. Chapters: 5. Words: 14,577 Summary: Music journalist A.Z. Fell has been given the biggest break of his career. A chance encounter has opened up an opportunity to interview elusive rock star Anthony J. Crowley at his Oxfordshire mansion. What exactly is the secret hidden in Tadfield Abbey? And will Azi ever pin down Crowley long enough to get his interview?

Tidewrack by TawnyOwl95. Pirate AU. Rating: E. Chapters: 2. Words: 6,706 Summary: Crowley never wanted to be a pirate captain. He likes giving orders though, and the clothes. And when pretty rich boys are brought to his cabin for questioning. Although this prisoner is making Crowley feel rather out of his depth.

What Hath God Wrought by Saretton/ @saretton. Telegraph AU Rating: E Chapters: 1. Words: 10,310 Summary: Do you remember, my darling, the early days when there were just fingers and air and sounds – a rhythmic beeping in the day, a frantic answer in the night? The orange glow of lamps. Coding and decoding. Choosing the words carefully, never too many, but always enough. AJ’s notes: well done use of first person perspective, reads like a poem, lyrical and lovely. One of my favorites.

#ajsficrecs #good omens fanfiction

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technicallyonappleduty · 8 months

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Aziraphale and Crowley Timeline

I made a timeline of the Aziraphale and Crowley relationship based on the TV show, book, stage directions, and Neil Gaiman’s blog. It was designed to track negative space and off-screen interactions for the purposes of fic writing, so maybe other fic writers would enjoy it. Please add anything I missed. I’ll edit as necessary.

Before the Beginning — Nebula rollout

Aziraphale shares his name with a heavy implication that they have not met before.

Crowley tells Nina and Maggie, “We’ve been talking for millions of years,” implying some sort of relationship before Crowley’s fall.

Sunday, October 21, 4004 B.C. at 9:13 a.m. — The creation of the universe

4004 B.C., "just after the beginning" — The Garden of Eden

Crowley (Crawly) tells Aziraphale his new name, which implies minimal interaction since Crowley’s fall. They were aware of each other’s presence in the garden as evidenced by Crowley having noticed the flaming sword.

3004 B.C., Mesopotamia — Noah’s Ark

Crowley follows up on the flaming sword, which implies but does not confirm that they haven’t interacted since Eden.

[3004 BC - 2500 BC: NO INTERACTION as evidenced by Aziraphale’s comment, “I haven’t seen you since the flood.”

2500 B.C., Land of Uz — Job

2000 B.C., Sodom and Gomorrah

It’s confirmed from the TV show that Aziraphale was present (as evidenced by their comment about Sandalphon’s participation)

It’s confirmed from the book that Crowley was not present and did not visit afterwards.

[800 BC - 200 BC: Deleted scene from TV show, Arabian Nights-inspired]

33 A.D., Golgotha — The crucifixion

41 A.D., Rome — Aziraphale runs into Crowley

537 A.D., Kingdom of West Essex — Crowley suggests they stop working just to cancel each other out

[1020 A.D. (BOOK CANON) — Arrangement (non-interference) is established. Then, they extend the arrangement to “hold the fort” for one another.]

[1023 A.D. (BOOK CANON) — Crowley comes back to argue that you need to start people off equal in order to let them choose between good and evil, equivalent of The Resurrectionists in the TV series.]

[1400s: “Papal” scene, cut from TV show]

[1567 A.D. — Mary Queen of Scots dies, this scene was cut and converted to The Resurrectionists]

[1556 AD - 1598 AD (BOOK CANON): Crowley is in Spain when he receives a commendation for the Spanish Inquisition. He checks it out then comes back and gets drunk for a week. Time range is evidenced by the line, “That Hieronymus Bosch,” who is a painter who inspired King Phillip II.]

1601, Globe Theatre, London — Hamlet

CONFIRMED: Multiple interactions between Wessex (537 AD) and now as evidenced by Crowley’s statement that they’ve covered for each other “dozens of times now.”

1650, Unknown — First “I Was Wrong” dance (performed by Aziraphale)

[1600 - 1800, United States: A scene set during the Wild West, cut from TV show]

1793, Paris — The French Revolution

A recent interaction is implied by Crowley saying, “I thought you were opening a bookshop.”

1800, London — The bookshop opens (confirmed that it opened “a couple years” after Mr. Hatchard in Piccadilly, founded 1797)

[Book — Crowley is asleep through most of the 19th century, gets up in 1832 for bathroom]

1820s, U.K. — Aziraphale’s diary excerpt, in which he mentions that he told Crowley the story “afterwards” (although “afterwards” can be a very long time for two immortal beings so it doesn’t confirm much)

1827, Edinburgh — The Resurrectionists

[Confirmed: “It was the last I was to see of Crowley for quite some time.”]

1862, St. James Park, London — Crowley requests holy water

Their understanding of the agreement is, “Stay out of each other’s way. Lend a hand when needed.”

[1862 - 1941: NO INTERACTION as evidenced by the stage directions that Aziraphale has not seen Crowley in a hundred years.]

1941, London

[1960s: cut scene set in America, note: both female-presenting]

1967, Soho — Aziraphale gets holy water for Crowley

2008, U.K. — Antichrist is born

2013, U.S. — Crowley and Aziraphale both begin work for the Dowlings

[“The story starts, as it will end, in a garden” — although technically garden is no longer where it started]

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