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These two are in production now! So as long as all goes according they should be ready by the end of July, if not early August at the latest.

The art for this set was illustrated by the ever amiable @isadora.polatscheck over on Insta! Always a pleasure commissioning them~

Interested? Find 'em over on:

◆My Etsy◆

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my collection

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Opinion needed from the Good Omens Community!

I'm working on something GO themed to add to my etsy, a novelty bookmark! Modeled after Aziraphale's bookshop to be more specific, and I wanted to see which version you guys thought looked better since I'm very much on the fence.

It's going to be a chonker of a bookmark for sure. About 144mm tall, 77mm wide, thin soft enamel, so removing the window panes would help make it a bit lighter as well as just looking kinda cool, but I'm almost just a big a fan of the extra color and detail keeping the windows adds to it as a whole.

Soooooo.... let me know what you guys think! This is my first GO project as well as the first non-pin item I've ever worked on, so I'm eager to get it started!

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where did aziraphale’s gardener get-up come from? who told him that’s what the archetypical gardener looks like ??? or did he come up with that on his own??

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"Modern retelling" and it's a blatant misinterpretation of the original text

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I Said I Will Protect You

And I will.

Aziraphale is no helpless bumbling idiot. He enjoys being soft and silly and joyful and all that, sure. But he also downplays just how much he knows and anticipates and understands. How powerful, strong and brave and resolute he is in his beliefs and choices.

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June Re-stock!

✦My Etsy✦

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Another page full of Redsons🔥

(the rest of them below the cut✂️)

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Macaque from Lego Monkie Kid!

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Would you rather have a Phineas and Ferb summer or a Gravity Falls summer?

would you rather have endless fun forever or have satan attack you every day

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I've been uh... busy with the demo of a certain game that comes out tomorrow...

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Nothing like holding my love

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DATE EVERYTHING POSTER!!!

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Redoing Chapter 2 of I Might Have Picked a Different Bookshop!

Decided I want to put the montage of failed bookshop visits all into one chapter, so it will be significantly longer when posted again as I'll be combining it with what would have been Chapter 3!

Here's a little snip-it:

"Wonderful! You're my first customer of the day," he beamed. "Let's get you squared away, shall we? I just need to open the register."

You nodded wordlessly, heart cautiously hopeful as he turned his attention to the contraption in question. Because a contraption it was. You'd noted it idly before; a big, clunky antique made of polished brass and with a crank handle on the side. It was the sort of cash register that belonged in a black-and-white film.

But you didn't think much of it until he bent down, jiggled the drawer once and it didn't open.

He hummed, muttered a polite "Just a moment," and walked briskly to his desk.

From one of the drawers, he retrieved a massive, jingling loop of old-fashioned keys. The kind that looked like it might belong on a belt loop of a guard in a medieval prison.

Returning to the counter, he squinted at the lock and held up the large keyring inspectingly. "It's always one of these," he muttered cheerfully. "Never remember which, though. It's terribly picky."

You eyes widened slightly, then your brows knitted in mild astonishment as you tried to reason that surely he wasn't about to—

Click.

"No, not that one…"

Jingle.

"Curious. It's usually this one…"

Click. Click.

"I really should label these better, shouldn't I?"

—try every single one...

But he continued. Leaning down slightly with the heavy loop of keys. Trying them one by one as each click and rattle was met with a patient hum of polite disappointment.

Was this a bit?

Every so often, he'd glance up from where he leaned over the register, as if surprised, perhaps even faintly impressed, that you chose to keep standing there. And if you weren't so in your own head about the luke-warm absurdity of what was unfolding before you, you might have noticed.

Were you supposed to call him on it, laugh, break the tension and play along? Had you missed your cue?

No one does this kind of thing sincerely... right?

But he looked sincere. His face was scrunched lightly in concentration and a gentle frown of mild confusion accompanied the way he kept glancing up like he wasn't sure why this was taking so long himself.

Was he waiting for you to say something so this scene could reach its punchline? Were you being rude by not laughing? Or would it be rude to laugh if he was genuinely struggling.

And if this was genuinely just how he went about things, had he inconvenienced you enough at this point to justify visible annoyance from you?

Click. Twist. Nope again.

"Oh, now that one definitely used to work…"

You couldn't decide. So instead, you did nothing.

You folded your arms loosely over the book on the counter and glowered hollowly. Which was to say, you looked like you were being incredibly patient but were simply paralyzed for action in lieu of what you couldn't decide was the appropriate response.

He kept going and had made it about halfway through the absurdly large ring of keys when the shop doors opened behind you as another customer entered; the sound drawing your eyes away from his fiddling hands for the first time since he'd started.

"Oh! Good morning!" he called pleasantly, offering the new arrival a polite little wave and promptly dropping the entire key ring in doing so.

They clattered to the floor at his feet and he made a theatrical exclamation of surprise as he bent to pick them up. "Oh dear, clumsy me!"

He straightened up with the keys in hand again, stared down at them for a second and frowned faintly.

"Hmm..."

"Hmm?" You echoed sharply, raising a brow as to what exactly he could "Hmming" about now

He looked at one side of the ring, then the other.

"Did I start from this side, or...?"

"..."

"Ah well... I suppose I'll simply have to start over, won't I?"

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Season 1 in a nutshell.

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i miss this game