In the year 2025, a YouTube video appears:
"Hullooo, Michael Sheen, here. David and I wanted to thank each and every fan who supported us, the show, and Neil throughout the last few years.
I'm no stranger to the inner workings of the internet and I know that some fans were just a little bit disappointed by the lack of a certain storyline in season 3. So... Dai and I have decided to produce this missing piece on our own, as a little treat.
Click the Patreon link in the comments below to be taken to this exclusive video content. All proceeds will go to LGBTQ+ Youth Centers.
Archive warnings apply: Crowley/Aziraphale, post S3, non-canon/canon divergent, explicit, plot what plot?, porn without plot, they're switches bitches.
Enjoy."
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I really need something like Comic Relief to give us a GO short where Michael Sheen and David Tennant swap roles and play their counterpart as they might've if casting was swapped. Not an S1 opposite bodies situation, which I loved, but actually swapped. And then commence with the chaos.
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Cinema Anyone?
Am I the only one that would love to watch Good Omens in a cinema?
I’m envisioning a weekend setup. Season 1 on Saturday, Season 2 on Sunday. Breaks between episodes where attendees can discuss.
It would be beautiful.
Edit: Said cinema must serve extraordinary amounts of alcohol. And crepes.
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Out There Making DuckTales
Aziraphale x GN!Reader x Crowley
Catch and Release Prompt: "Vessel"
Summary: You and Aziraphale help Crowley adjust to a new experience.
Soundtrack: DuckTales Theme by Felicia Barton
Requests: Open!
Warnings: Hijinks and such.
"Crowley, I swear to God, if you do not stop squirming --"
"Hgk."
"Crowley!"
Aziraphale watched in some unholy mix of amusement and distress while you and Crowley adjusted to your new -- and hopefully temporary -- situation.
Your guts roiled unnaturally as Crowley shifted. "All these -- new bits -- how do you humans cope?!" his voice came from inside your head, but simultaneously sounded outside of yourself -- no doubt for Aziraphale's benefit. "There's so many pieces. And they're all so --"
"Crowley, please," you begged in a whine.
Immediately, the twitching and shifting inside you stilled. "Sorry, love," his voice whispered in your mind. You were glad this one was just for you -- no echo outside of your head, no admonishing look from Aziraphale meant for the demon harbored in your body.
"How did you get discorporated, anyway?" the angel asked, wringing his hands nervously. "And why are you holed up in our dear friend?"
"I volunteered," you answered easily, as Crowley twitched. You imaged it as his hand, fingers flexing nervously at the other question. "And he, uh. Well."
You mentally nudged the demon.
"Hgk."
"Tell him, Crowley."
"I don't want to," the demon hissed to only you.
You smiled. "I'll tell him if you don't."
There were a few moments of grumbling that, even with it being directly in your mind, you could not even hope to decipher, before the mutterings became a fully formed word, "Ducks."
"I'm sorry?" Aziraphale asked, blinking rapidly. "What did you say?"
"Ducks!" Crowley shouted, and as he metaphorically(?) threw his arms up in defeat, your arms were forced to follow the gesture. You whimpered, but Crowley didn't seem too bothered by it. "I... pissed off the ducks."
"You... you what?"
"I pissed off the ducks!"
"And how did that... how did you get discorporated by ducks?"
"Have you ever met a gaggle of angry waterfowl?!"
Aziraphale was too stunned to speak for several moments. Crowley didn't seem to want to elaborate, so you filled in the silence with:
"He, uh. He tripped. Into a fence. And got Final Destination'd."
"He -- I'm sorry -- what?"
"Impaled. He got impaled."
"Oh, heavens, Crowley."
"It was the bloody ducks, Angel!"
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