2 April 2023 - Crowley
Soon, he would have to go back to work. Crowley had no idea how he was going to start seeing people again. Over the past few months, he had become a shadow of himself. He had gone out the bare minimum, eaten the bare minimum, and drunk far more than the bare minimum.
He had gone from sorrow to anger and then back to sorrow.
Because Crowley had loved with all of himself, and it had not been enough.
Because those like him were never enough.
(Damn you, Crowley. Falling in love like that, at forty years old. You idiot)
12 March 2022 - Crowley
It was probably going to rain, but it wasn't that important. He knew where he had to go and the path better than anyone else.
The man on the path had hair that looked as soft as a dandelion, which sprouted just about everywhere in the mountains at that time of year. He had greeted him, as he always did on the trail, and the stranger seemed a little lost, as if he did not know exactly what to do. Crowley had gone on for a few minutes, thinking about whether he should stop and go back and offer him some help, just in case he needed it. Then he'd heard himself being called, and his life had momentarily found itself in one of those situations you only see in romantic comedies, like that damn movie with Gwyneth Paltrow, the one where the subway doors close and the whole course of things changes for that reason. Because she hadn't been able to get on the fucking subway.
Although he might have imagined it, he could not know at that moment.
The man's eyes were the purest and most transparent he had ever seen. The smile he gave him was the most open and radiant that could exist. He looked like an almost otherworldly being.
Crowley could not have known it, but the doors of his stupid imaginary train had closed in front of him because he had stopped on the lodge path to talk to a person he did not yet know.
And so, from that moment on, everything would be different.
It's the cover for my first fanfiction ^^ https://archiveofourown.org/works/36466282/chapters/90930823
Mini-Meta Musing (#4)
I've been brooding for a long time about, of all things, Aziraphale's worn velvet vest and the long cream jacket he's kept in "tip top condition for over 180 years now." I love the sweet familiarity, but this is the same angel who popped across the Channel and almost lost his fluffy-topped head in 1793 for dressing like an aristocrat.
"I have standards!"
He's the height of elegance, extravagance even. A dandy. We've seen the same at the Globe Theater 1601, Edinburgh 1827, and even as a Knight of the Round Table in 527 Essex, where he's wearing a glorious pelt across his shoulders! However, sometime after Edinburgh 1827, Aziraphale's stylish extravagance ends. He adopts the dress of distinguished but modest gentility. No seamstresses strain their eyes for days hand stitching ruffles and trims for him any longer. When we next see him in 1862, his clothing is refined, simple, and serviceable. It becomes his uniform, with only minor replacements. Why? What happened to change him?
Edinburgh 1827 happened. And his encounter with tragedy ran over his sensibilities like a locomotive.
Aziraphale had, we were told, saved his earnings over time and had bought land, invested wisely, and became quite well off. He used real money, not miracles, to build the bookshop, paying the builders well and taking care of bills honestly. He built himself up to a more than comfortable lifestyle, from nearly nothing. And his clothes are real, not miracled from nothingness like Crowley's. (source: original showrunner)
Aziraphale's wealth allows him to afford luxurious tailoring and fancy shoes and ruffles and trims. He'll certainly pay the cobblers and tailors and seamstresses well for their labors. It will be a substantial expense for the era. (The linked post gives a wonderful perspective on 1793 lifestyles and costs.)
https://agoodflyting.tumblr.com/post/753227014283083776/why-aziraphales-white-satin-pumps-are-ridiculous
The angel's Edinburgh multilayered and trimmed top coat, soft leather gloves, matching scarf, jacquard vest, silk cravat, etc., look entirely out of place in the back alleys where the poor huddle. Walking the clean, gas-lit avenues with Crowley and Elspeth, Aziraphale is oblivious to the privilege he has in this world.
As he strolls along in philosophical banter with Crowley about the "blessing" of poverty, the angel spouts trite pontifications created by the rich to justify poverty. He genuinely believes Elspeth has more opportunities for goodness. After all, look at Wee Morag. He respects her goodness tremendously. It proves to him his “rightness.” And so he sabotages Elspeth’s attempt to sell the body she dug up in her attempt to support Wee Morag. Dalrymple gets no body, Elspeth gets no money, and Aziraphale believes he’s saving her soul.
It’s a poignant moment, though, when Aziraphale cradles the jar containing a tumor from a seven year old child who died because there wasn’t enough medical knowledge to save him. Turning point number one. It becomes Real, not a philosophical debate. Selling stolen bodies puts good in the world. He’s all for it now, and goes back to encourage Elspeth. Good heavens, he’s even willing to help this time!
But, as we know, it all goes wrong. Wee Morag is shot by a grave gun, and dies of her injuries. Elspeth steals laudanum, and plans suicide. Crowley drinks the laudanum, saves her in a compassionate Scottish frenzy, and is stolen away by hell because of his kindness. And it is All. Aziriphale’s. Fault.
Turning point number two. Another watershed moment where Aziraphale’s world changes again.
One of Crowley’s last earthly acts, before getting plunged into hell, is to have Aziraphale give Elspeth all of his pocket money. What is pocket money to the angel is a fortune to her, one that can set her up for a better life. I have no doubt that in the aftermath of the traumas of that night, missing and worrying about Crowley, Aziraphale thinks about all of this. He considers all of the money he casually spends on fine clothing and expensive tailoring. He wonders how many lives could change if that money was better spent on helping to relieve the poverty that surrounds him. He wants to help, and to try to make amends for the harm he caused. What would Crowley do, if he were free to be kind? And so Aziraphale changes.
I’d love to know the story of how it all played out. Did he sell his fine clothing and donate the proceeds? Did he become involved in charitable foundations? Did he buy the clothing of a simple gentleman and decide to preserve it, however worn it became, as a reminder to himself of his past blindness and vanity? We see in Season 1 how important it is to him to preserve that coat. (Sure, it's also a fantastic opportunity to flirt and flutter those angelic eyelashes... But, nonetheless!)
By Season 2, the angel who took too long justifying a life-saving miracle for Wee Morag, and who hesitated to give Elspeth his 90 Guineas, willingly and freely gave Maggie forgiveness for thousands of pounds of debt. I'd love to know what else he's done over the last 180+ years!
Whatever happened, it began that night in a graveyard.
DTYS time!! If you don’t know what a DTYS challenge is, it means Draw This in Your Style! But you can join with fics and cosplays too! The deadline is December 31st and the winner will get a free art commission!
No rules except for having fun, that’s what DTYS are for! You can change whatever you want, just free your imagination! Remember to tag me so I can share your works on my socials, and use the #alicerovaidtys hashtag! ✨
Mr Cortese and Mr Harrison GO Tutors (AU?) PIC as a thank you to all the peeps who just wow. MADE FICS. (And art)
This is a Mr Cortese and Mr Harrison Crowley and Aziraphale fan post. I don’t know what else to call it.
(Sorry I’m really slow reacting to things and it takes me a bit of a run up to catch up, and in general- I’m very very rubbish at conversation and replies? It’s a combo of nerves and executive disfunction.)
Recently I posted a thing about the Tutors- Mr Cortese and Mr Harrison and my interest in more fics about them, and SO MANY PEOPLE CAME UP WITH FICS. (Really fast. Goodness. I am jealous of your creative speed.)
Anyhoot- below is a TUTORS FIC LIST and you’re welcome to add to it!
Most of these are sexy. Be warned.
Afficher davantage
Speaking of the bookshop, theories on what could be upstairs?
ooooo the BIG QUESTION.
so we can see a bit of the second floor in all these pics:
basically all we know for sure is there are A LOT MORE BOOKS, both stacked around the railing and on the circle of shelves. neil has decided not to comment on what else might be there (YET 👀) but he’s confirmed that much.
apart from that, we can see from the outside that there are six windows on the second floor:
i’m going to assume they’re part of the shop because they’re Very On Fire when the rest of the shop is on fire. SO. taking all that into account, you end up with something like this:
where the thin grey circle is the railing and the brown one is the bookshelves (as you can see in the first pic, it doesn’t circle all the way around!)
the rest is a complete mystery. i mean i’m sure the actual set was empty because they didn’t need to fill it, but in theory there’s room for some interesting stuff! with the first floor for scale i can imagine a whole flat built around that circle of shelves — a bed aziraphale never sleeps in, comfy chairs, every other angel knick-knack he’s encountered in his life. in my personal headcanon it’s all books and hoarded items covered in dust, which he leaves for authenticity.
thank you for asking!! i’d love to hear other people’s thoughts if they want to share :)
New scanner, so here is the better versions of my colored drawings.
More CatOmens (open for better view)
Hello hello!
What an adventure it was to get these done!!!!! But finally, I present you my 2022 Good Omens calendar!
Here the details: 💙
1) The calendars are A3 size and cost £27 + shipping (more on it in a sec)
2) You can order one or more by sending an email to wisesnail.art@gmail.com (until the 15th November).
3) In your email, please provide your full name and address, and your PayPal email address. Please state clearly that your order is for a Good Omens calendar.
4) All payments must be done via PayPal, by the 15th of November (so that I have the time to coordinate the shipping). I will send a PayPal invoice to the email address provided in your order.
5) Please note that I ship from the UK and there might be extra charges if you live in Europe, compared to how things worked in the past.
6) I will ship the calendars using Royal Mail, with the trackable option. According to their website, the difference in costs between tracked and untracked shipping is around £2, and I don't think it's worth to risk it for such a small amount. Sorry if this causes any problems.
Shipping to the UK £7.65
Shipping to Europe £11.70
Shipping to the USA / Japan/ Canada /rest of the world £18.10
Jukebox Omens is a community event that is open to all!!!
We're taking anything and everything, it's all love here. Art, fic, gifs, manips, comics, video, headcanons, whatever you might like to create that's inspired by a song we will reblog it and adore it
Please @ this blog in what you post. I will also be checking the #jukebox omens, tag, but Tumblr is notoriously challenging so an @ would be better. You're also welcome to link me in dms if tagging isn't how you want to play, that's all good
The launch date is the 20th of December! Running until the 20th of January
We are accepting old and new work, but I strongly encourage you to make something new! It'll be a joy to have so much music about
Further details and FAQ will be under a readmore on this post
Get dancing!
You are welcome to post before the 20th of December but I will not reblog it until then
Some goes for old work, you're welcome to link it to me in advance but I won't reblog til the 20th. Could be nice if you want to link me ahead of time tho, we can start with a rush!
NSFW is certainly allowed, I will be tagging appropriately so no one is exposed unwillingly
On that note, angst and whump are also welcome. The only line I draw in content allowed will be work that I deem bigoted or designed to be cruel, but I will be surprised if I see anything like that
In terms of content guidelines I'd ask that, if it is not clear in the work itself, you mention or link to the song that inspired you. I'd like everything to stay reasonably on brand, ya know
If you're sending in headcanons you're welcome to submit/ask this blog rather than post on your own if that's what you're more comfortable doing, but I think it'd be nicer to reblog from other people
There is no limit to people involved or gatekeeping due to quality, everyone is welcome
If I don't reblog your work after a couple days, send me a direct link on DMs, it will absolutely be an oversight and I would hate to miss someone's contribution!
All interpretation of the characters are welcome, tv show, book designs, personal headcanons, go for it
Foreign language songs are totally okay! Up to you if you want to provide a translation, or just let the vibes speak for themselves
So in case anyone wonder what I got up to in December and January, BEHOLD.
As a wee birthday surprise for @ashfae, I built Aziraphale’s bookshop as a book nook :) It also lights up:
It is entirely possible I got carried away, but that’s half the fun :D I’ll pop a few of the progress pictures and what i used below, so I don’t entirely flood your timelines, so you can see the sticky mess I made :)
Afficher davantage
drawings mostly Good Omens or "original" stuffs they/them french https://linktr.ee/enitnaaezara
124 posts