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Penance

Broadchurch fandom are you still alive? 🙏

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Meet Me at my Side (When Dawn Breaks over Britain) - 1/30(?)

An Ineffable Husbands Human AU with Lancaster Navigator Aziraphale and Engineer Crowley

Rating: E (Eventual smut, but also graphic descriptions of violence)

Summary: For all our worth, mankind lacks that sixth sense which seems to guide sea birds across thousands of miles of trackless ocean...

Upon transfer to Tadfield, newly promoted Flight Lieutnentant Aziraphale Fell is set to take off on his 11th operation within the hour with the mission of navigating his new crew across to Berlin and back. The war in Europe has been raging on for four years and tensions are higher than they've ever been after weeks of poor winter weather have caused more wreck than night fighters in enemy skies.

He’d already made peace with the fact that any one of these nights could be his last but it's after one of these operations, at three in the morning, that Aziraphale finds himself staring at another man working on an aircraft set aflame. His hair is auburn and his eyes are liquid gold. Just the same as they were thirteen years ago.

And suddenly, all such peace is shattered.

Excerpt:

“Starter button,” he heard Newt say. From where Aziraphale was sat, the start-up sequence of the Lancaster’s four Rolls-Royce Merlin engines was an experience that was both mechanical and almost alive-like . As soon as Lucy pressed the Engine Starting button, there was a brief, sharp whirr as the inertia starter spun up before the flywheel engaged with the engine, followed by a chug-chug-chug as the first cylinders coughed into life, spitting smoke and vapor into the wind.  Then, suddenly, boom— the engine roared to life with a deep, throaty growl that shuddered through Aziraphale’s frame. The cockpit trembled as the propeller blades bit into the air, building into a steady blur. There was a momentary fluctuation in the tone, almost like a misfire, before it smoothed out into a low, rolling thrum that settled deep into his chest.  Newt stood momentarily to glance out of the window. For the Lancaster, Aziraphale knew that the turning periods could not exceed twenty seconds, and that at least thirty seconds needed to pass before another engine could be started up. It was now the ground crew’s job to work the priming pump until it picked up on the carburettor.  “All okay!” The flight engineer said to the window.  Lucy’s gaze was trained on the back of Newt’s head, waiting for any sort of indication that the engine saw any signs of being over-rich. It never came. “Starboard outer, Engineer?”  “Go ahead, Skipper.” And so, the process was repeated. First with the starboard outer, then port inner, then port outer.

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Seconding this sentiment tenfold.

We will not tolerate bullies, and certianly not those who have deeply hurt who we know are wonderful people. Your hatred speaks volumes of who you are as a person, and quite frankly, I do not want you anywhere near me or my friends and at large, any fandom space.

You need to take a good, hard look at yourselves and reflect on what you say and how you treat people. Over the internet or not, these are still people. People with feelings and thoughts and they deserve to be treated with basic fucking respect.

PSA: Hey. CW: Cussing.

if you are out here asking us not to ostracize bullies in our midst and asking us to consider the feelings of those bullies, you can join them. GTFOH. They can get fucked, and so can you. I don't care how they feel. I'm out here trying to comfort writers and artists and fans and friends who shared their hearts and souls with you and them, and came away ashamed. Scared. Not knowing who they can trust or how they will again, or IF. From the bottom of my vast and ancient fandom elder heart, from the bottom of my deep and bilious gullet: FUCK you. FUCK your cruelty and your ugliness and your hate. I hope it FOLLOWS you. I hope it haunts you. You deserve it.

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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

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F/Lt Lucy Morningstar

Ever needed a reliable pilot for war? I wanted to draw a quick portrait of my AU's version of Lucifer, or Lucy. He is a Flight Lieutenant and the oldest of the crew, knocking back any wants for a higher ranking to stay firmly with his crew in the air.

Lancaster crews had a total of seven men: a rear gunner, mid-upper gunner, navigator, front gunner/bomb aimer, flight engineer and a single pilot. We'll get to learn more about the rest of the crew, but for now, here is your Pilot. Aziraphale is his navigator.

Read below for more about him:

Excerpt of his description:

He was on the older side for a pilot, certainly older than Aziraphale was, standing tall and embodying a sense of grandeur, glancing at everyone with an equal amount of time and regarding quips with the patience of a saint. Aziraphale listened in, pocketing his hands to keep them warm as a gust of wind picked up and carried snow in drifts. When the other officer nodded to dismiss the other five, he looked toward his navigator with a furrowed brow and eyes as green as emeralds and flecked with a frosty grey, glistening in what little light there was. Beauty intertwined with ambition and wisdom, rebellion and longing. He towered over him as he stopped by with a graceful tilt to his head, rich brown hair styled in a refined, timeless cut, swept back with a slight curl and his stance embodied an elegant blend of strength and commandment. When he spoke, his voice was deep, tinged with a melodic quality and smooth, soothing timbre whilst simultaneously infused with an underlying intensity that had Aziraphale swallow thickly when he asked him if he was okay.

When I was drawing him, I used a reference of Joaquin Pheonix as that is kinda how I saw him in mine head.. It quickly derailed...

This drawing is also inspired by a photo I found on this website of two RAF officers:

Two pilots (Flying Officer Albert Gerald Lewis on right, unidentified flyer at left), between flights.

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So for the last few months, i've been cooking up a WW2 Human AU in which Aziraphale is a navigator in a Lancaster Bomber Crew and Crowley works as part of the ground crew that works on the maintenance of the aircraft's engines.

So here's Crowley with Jinx Oscar, a stray cat he unofficially adopts that hangs around the barracks and runway sometimes.

I have a couple of sketches I may post regarding what I've been working on towards this AU's story, including some more canon character appearances and Crowley and Aziraphale's general arc.

This whole thing was inspired after I watched Masters of the Air and as any sane hyperfixated-on-Good-Omens person would do, I imaged it as Good Omens, made it fit into the British context, accidentally* (scratches head) spent hundreds on a level 5 difficulty Lancaster B.Mk III Revell model set and tools despite having 0 experience in model building, made it all sad yet hopeful at once, then imaged it to Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevans.

Sooo... Childhood partners to be separated, only being reunited within the pinnacle of War in Europe. What could possibly go wrong?

It's title: Meet me at my Side (When Dawn Breaks over Britain)

* It wasn't accidental, but after I bought it, I then realised with horror that I actually had to build the thing. Several weeks later, and a chemical smelling bedroom despite being situated right beside an open window later, it now sits proudly on my shelf :)

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Rebellious

I only ever asked questions.

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I just rediscovered how glorious this image is so excuse me while I laugh uncontrollably every time I look at it again.

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“aziraphale is a whore” “aziraphale is asexual” everyone shut up HE IS BOTH

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I know This pic has nothing to do with halloween, but i had this sketch for a while now and i wanted to finish it.  

Anyway guys, Happy Halloween for everyone <3

My instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vvelociartptor/

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im late but happy 5 year anniversary tv good omens <3

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Canon GO things that are important & should be talked abt more

- crowley miracles his clothes on so he never actually wears clothes

- aziraphale just causally has a gun in his bookshop what the hell is up w that

- Crowleys favorite TV show is the golden girls

- Literally everyone who meets azi immediately assumes that he is gay and british.

- Anathema just legit assumed that crowley and aziraphale were a couple.

- Aziraphale is a doctor who fan??? This guy is a nerd lmfao

- Crowleys favorite animal is kids. What does that even mean Mr. Gaiman

- Azi calls crowley “my dear” and this is very important to me

- Shadwell thought that azi was a russian spy ???

- Crowley slept for an ENTIRE CENTURY.

- Azis tax reports are so incredibly accurate that the authorities got suspicious.

- the apology dance exists and idfk what to do with that information

- When crowley told az that he changed his name, az asked if he changed it to asmodeus. The demon of lust. Dude.

- Crowley doesnt blink a lot, and he has a tendency to hiss. And can do weird things with his tounge.

- The. The discreet gentlemans club that aziraphale joined was an actual club. And it was a gay club. He learned to gavotte at a gay club.

- early versions of the gavotte involved kissing- bro???

- AZ STARTS HIS JOURNAL ENTRIES WITH “DEAR DIARY” BRO I LOVE HIM HES SO DUMB

- THYE LIKE HOLDING HANDSSS

- Crowleh invented game shows

- CROWLEY IS A HOZIER FAN???

- Az likes abba and death cab for cutie (ofc he does)

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If part 3 of 1941 is not "A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square" coming on the radio and Crowley standing from the table where they have been drinking wine and coming around to Aziraphale's side and offering his hand to Aziraphale to dance, and Aziraphale looking a bit wonderstruck and a bit delighted and taking Crowley's hand, and they slow dance, holding each other so close, and they look into each other's eyes, and Crowley whispers, "Angel," and he's looking at Aziraphale's lips with all the wanting in the universe written upon his eyes, and Aziraphale with a face that says he's never wanted anything more than to swallow Crowley whole so he can Keep him, and they lean in, and at the very last second, Aziraphale stops them and they are standing there breathing heavily with their foreheads pressed together, and Aziraphale whispers, "I want to; oh God, I want to," and Crowley whines and tries again, but Aziraphale pulls back but doesn't leave Crowley's arms, and says, "We can't," and Crowley looks like he's been slapped, and Aziraphale looks so heartbroken and says, "They almost caught us tonight, and they would have destroyed you" and then continues so quietly, like it's a secret, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you," and Crowley tries to protest saying they can be sneaky, they won't get caught, they can have this, together, and Aziraphale looks so sad and says, "Oh Crowley," and Crowley knows Aziraphale is so close to agreeing and so close to pulling away, and he whispers, "Please," and for a second Aziraphale looks like he is going to give in, but he can't put Crowley in danger, so he makes his face colder, and he steps out of Crowley's arms, even though it nearly kills him to do so, and he says, "Besides, you know Angels don't dance," and Crowley remembers himself says, "No I don't suppose they do," and he straightens up and puts his glasses on and pretends nothing happened and says, "Of course you're right," and they nod at each other and Crowley moves to leave the bookshop, and Aziraphale feels like he's about to lose something so precious that he will not be able to ever get back, so he calls "Crowley," and Crowley turns to look at him, and Aziraphale says, "Perhaps someday...," but he can't say what he really means (some day we can have that, someday we can be together how we want, someday I will stop pulling away), so he visually changes his mind and finishes with, "we can dine at the Ritz," and he prays to a God that he, in this moment, hates so, so much for keeping him from the demon he loves more than anything, that Crowley understands his true meaning, and Crowley looks like maybe he does and like maybe he still has hope, and he nods and says, "Stay safe, Angel," and Aziraphale nods back, and then Crowley leaves, and Aziraphale is left looking absolutely devastated and heartbroken and angry, truly angry, for the first time in his long and lonely existence that he has to be loyal to Her rather than to him, and he takes a moment, takes a breath, and walks silently over to the radio and turns up the volume on the song and closes his eyes and gives himself that moment to remember what it felt like to be held, to be loved, to imagine what saying yes would bring, then honestly what is even the point of all of this?

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the other side - commission for @hansensmurphy ! 

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Sunset Pond 🌅

For you have forgotten the God of your salvation, and have not remembered the rock of your refuge. Therefore you plant delightful plants, and set them with vine slips of a strange god.

Isaiah 17:10

I’ve been dying to create art of these two for ages and I finally got the chance to. They are from a Priest!Aziraphale and Gardener!Crowley Human AU written by @depraveddame which is such a beautiful (and steamy, and heartbreaking, just a whole lot really) read.

It’s called Vine Slips of a Strange God (E) and I very much recommend it to everyone (18+)

It also features illustrations by the brilliant @zivilzz which really help to top the whole thing off.

It was also inspired by a photo of theirs they shared by a pond, and the sunset is a nod to the fact I adore sunsets.. combine all three and you get this :)

Sketches under the cut:

I have so much to say about them but i’ll spare that for a different time….

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Art by @planetdoodleart

If You Read Between the Lines (T) - 2/12

Chapter two of my Oopsie!Omens fic is here! Read about Jophiel and Azazel navigating through bad dreams and their future as dawn rises throughout the South Downs.

Oopsie Omens by @asleepyy

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Art by @planetdoodleart

If You Read Between the Lines (T)

What is this?? A long Oopsie Omens fic?!? *shocked face*

Summary:

The idea to move was spontanious. At least in Azazel's eyes, that was.

After finally removing themselves from their respective sides to join their own after the near second end of the world, Jophiel and Azazel begin to live the rest of their lives on a level playing field. But Jophiel is tentative and Azazel, ever the fearful of making another mistake, tries to convince himself that this new distnace is fine. That is, until Jophiel presents them with the idea of a life outside of the bustling centre of London seemingly out of nowhere.

And he plans on Azazel joining him.

Or

My take on how Jophiel and Azazel's South Downs Cottage lifestyle could play out.

‼️ Please take a gander at the note at the beginning! The rating of this fic is subject to change ‼️

I hope to post a chapter every week!

Oopsie Omens of course by @asleepyy