#flapper crowley

[jessicaellenart]

I found an old doodle I did of 1920's Crowley 💖

I don't think i'll finish him, god knows what sketchbook he's living in 🙈 So if people wanna use this as reference for their own drawing, go ahead!

[i-hatethisgoat]

there's nothing i love more then good omens cosplayers in colour-coded historical dress you are all so fantastic i adore you

[theclaravoyant]

for historical ineffables…. may I humbly request 1920s feat. flapper!crowley? (any pronouns)

AN ~ you certainly may !! in fact whoops I have a huge crush on flapper!crowley 🫡 💋 (she/her for this one)

special guest appearance : trains 🚂

prompt me: historical ineffables

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Aziraphale arrived at the requested train station with the note still crunched in his hand. The familiar curl of the handwriting was engraved behind his eyelids. Of course, he’d only looked over the words so many times to try and decipher some hidden meaning; perhaps this was a trap or a threat of some sort from his worthy adversary. It was only his duty to investigate.

(It had nothing to do with the smile he imagined playing on Crowley’s lips as he penned it; I have a surprise for you.)

More than one surprise, apparently, as when he found the demon at the bar she was using a new and different form. A variation on a theme. The long lines of Crowley’s elegant frame were accentuated by the cigarette holder she twirled between her fingers, and contrasted boldly to the short finger-waves of her flame-red hair. A black and silver Gatsby dress draped over her slender form as if she had been the very model for them… only, the hem rested lower than one would typically wear this style so as to obscure the definitely normal human feet and legs Crowley sported. Not that anyone would notice of course. Certainly not Aziraphale, who was certainly not looking.

“My eyes are up here, Angel,” Crowley said, by way of greeting. She wore a practiced, small, almost sarcastic smile, but they had been seeing a lot more of each other lately and Aziraphale knew her honest eyes by now, even behind the glasses. She was happy to see him, and for some reason that made his cheeks feel unseasonably warm.

“Happy to see you too.” Aziraphale cast an eye across the bar, whose tender only met his in passing; well practiced in deliberately not paying too much attention. He pulled out the seat beside Crowley, and belatedly realised he was still holding that blasted note. If she noticed as he tucked it away - which she definitely did - she didn’t say anything. Simply raised a hand to request the Reisling, for my friend.

“Keeping a low profile then, I see,” Aziraphale said. He meant it to be scolding, but it sounded rather more impressed. If he knew Crowley, and he rather liked to think he did, that was how she took it too.

“Low profile was never in my job description,” she pointed out. “Besides, it’s a sign of the times isn’t it? We’ll be voting next, they reckon.”

Aziraphale snorted. “You’ve never voted a day in your life.”

“It’s the thought that counts.” Crowley shrugged, and took a sip of her old fashioned. “Which brings me to my next point.”

She reached inside her - for this part, Aziraphale really wasn’t watching - and pulled out a few slips of paper. It was a brochure, and two tickets for the Orient Express. Before he could help himself his jaw dropped and he whipped open the brochure, poring over the stunning molding and scenery promised aboard the luxury vessel. It even promised a tour of the history and workings of the steam engine, for VIPs - which of course, per their tickets, they were.

“I love trains,” he breathed. “Marvellous clever things, don’t you think?”

Crowley was almost laughing, watching him, and she didn’t do that much. His cheeks felt warm again all of a sudden and his hand began to shake, realising what he was holding. The smile on his lips died a little. Crowley’s did too. She tried to face eyes-forward instead, and hoped he didn’t push the tickets back across at her.

“You- You shouldn’t have.” Aziraphale’s chest felt tight. Crushing.

“It’s nothing,” Crowley said, and shrugged. “I have business in Constantinople, and word has it you do too. I thought perhaps I might like some company. That’s all.”

He should have said I’m not ‘company’.

What he said was; “Well, if it’s business.”

He raised his glass in toast, and clinked it against Crowley’s.

[elliart7]

Consider: she/her 1920’s Crowley absolutely tearing it the FUCK up in the flapper movement

[quona]

blood of a reptile, just underneath the skin

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DRAMA!CROWLEY, ACTIVATE!

So we meet here again, in front of another flaming-as-anything-ginger Crowley. We can't keep doing this, you know. People will talk.

More info and hi res under the jumpppppppppppp.

I wanted to try my hand at a standalone portrait of Crowley before I jump back into what will inevitably be another Aziracrow portrait---I'm thinking 1920s theme. Flapper Crowley & Aziraphale? But that's for another time.

I wanted to try grey scale under-painting in digital art. A success, I hope? I'm pretty happy with the portrait (for now, give it a week and I'll hate everything about this painting, happens every time!)

I struggled a bit on the eyes in this piece. I normally paint straight color to canvas, so I have a method to my madness with painting eyes. Not so, here! This was new territory. I'm not 100% satisfied, but that just means I need more practice.

ALSO, GOLGOTHA HAIR WITH A BRAID WHAT WHAAAAAT

And because I learned how to paint snake scales for the last portrait, I decide to reprise that theme and torture myself again keep practicing them, this time with iridescence. I wanted to keep the scales low-key, though, almost as if they're just emerging or maybe the viewer caught a momentary glimpse of scales through the veil to an ethereal occult plane. Additionally, I wanted some good creepy claw hands with long fingernails (big fan of creepy, me) for a proper demonic manicure.

About: All digital, all Photoshop. Orig. 7200 x 5400 px. ~1 week of off-and-on painting. Title is taken from Reptile by Nine Inch Nails because I guess I'm still naming art after 30 year old albums? Is this a thing I do, now?

...and if so, can you imagine what I'll have to draw to use lyrics from Hurt in the title?

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

loving you brings only heartaches (T)

(art previews! full art is here at this post by @doodleswithangie on tumblr. i also used her alt text!)

It's been 62 years since Aziraphale and Crowley’s disagreement in St James’ Park, and the world has entered a new era of flapper girls and arbitrary Prohibitions. After attempting to finally get in contact with the angel again, Crowley finds out Aziraphale has been accused of murdering Mr Howard, Soho staple and owner of the Harmony Emporium a few doors down...in his very own bookshop. It’s up to Aziraphale and Crowley to solve this mystery, or else they might be next.

the @go-minisode-minibang's reverse bang fic is finally here!! i claimed this piece of BRILLIANT art by @doodleswithangie of fem aziraphale and crowley in the 1920s, and i turned it into a silly yet serious murder mystery. i will say, i loved working with this piece and agonizing over getting it right! i hope y’all enjoy it, and PLEASE go over and look at the full art both on ao3 and her tumblr post! i love it SM!!!! <3

also: @deerpines i promise i'd tag so i will :)

[doodleswithangie]

VOL 1: Loving You Brings Only Heartaches by @seven-stars-in-his-palm

It's been 62 years since Aziraphale and Crowley's disagreement in St James' Park, and the world has entered a new era of flapper girls and arbitrary Prohibitions. After attempting to finally get in contact with the angel again, Crowley finds out Aziraphale has been accused of murdering Mr Howard, Soho staple and owner of the Harmony Emporium a few doors down...in his very own bookshop. It's up to Aziraphale and Crowley to solve this mystery, or else they might be next.

For this year’s GOMM Reverse Bang run by @go-minisode-minibang! I had the pleasure of working with two amazing writers, so presenting the first of two! August wrote an incredible high stakes mystery that’ll keep you guessing until the end. Read it here!

[Image Description: Mock book cover and page for a “Good Omens” fanfiction set in the 1920s. Alt text is provided and copied below the cut. End ID]

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Image One:

Book cover featuring female-presenting Aziraphale and Crowley in 1920s fashion. Aziraphale peers through a magnifying glass, wearing a yellow and white blazer and skirt set trimmed in plaid and matching brown hat, gloves, and bow tie. Behind her, Crowley wears a white embroidered frock and sunhat with a black velvet overskirt and faux fur-lined cape.

The cover text reads: “A.Z. FELL AND Co. Loving You Brings Only Heartaches. Written by Gravitron. Illustrated by Doodles With Angie.”

Image two:

Book page with illustration and text. Both male-presenting, a wild-eyed Aziraphale is drenched in blood and wields a knife, while Crowley frantically interrogates him.

The excerpt reads:

“Why?” is what spills out of Crowley’s mouth before all else, having to shout it to be heard over the roar of the chaos. “I don’t—it’s only been sixty years, sixty years, and you’ve already—how—?”

“My own shop!”

Crowley blanches. “Eh?!”

Aziraphale’s eyes are blown open in terror, the shoulder under Crowley’s hand shaking like mad. He attempts to shove past the demon, but he remains firm in putting himself between the two. “They had–had to kill him in my own shop! Now everyone is—goodness, they must already think—” He drops the blade in his fist in horror, the imprint of blood deep under his well-manicured nails. “Never would I—oh, it doesn’t even matter, this is going to be terribly inconvenient…”

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[snapdragnillustration]

I'm going to draw Crowley in a series of outfits. Here are some I've done already:

Other ideas? Comment them below!

[youryurigoddess]

Aziraphale’s wine

It is a truth universally acknowledged in the Good Omens fandom that an angel in need of a drink turns to his secret stash of Châteauneuf-du-Pape in the back room. He picked up a dozen cases in 1921, and a whole century later there's still some left… for special occasions.

Just to put things in perspective, a standard case contains 12 750ml bottles, for a total of 9 liters of wine. A dozen cases equals 144 bottles, or 108 liters of wine. That’s quite a lot for a single purchase, so Aziraphale — the established sherry and sweet drinks connoisseur — must have had a good reason for it.

One potential explanation is the aura of grandeur around this particular wine. The papal connection, rich history of the region, and recognition of high quality products give Châteauneuf-du-Pape wines a very luxurious status, considerably influencing their price tags. And Aziraphale is known to have standards.

Another one is the way in which their taste differs from Aziraphale’s usual choices: Châteauneuf-du-Pape reds are often described as earthy with gamey flavors that have hints of tar and leather. The wines are considered tough and tannic in their youth, but maintain their rich spiciness as they age.

Since everything in Good Omens has a meaning, it never hurts to run through a quick Strong’s Concordance search whenever a date pops up in a dialogue or, even more importantly, somewhere on screen. More often than not the result seems to match the researched topic, as it’s the case here:

1921: to know exactly, to recognize.

Provided examples: I come to know by directing my attention to him or it, I perceive, discern, recognize; I found out. The general usage of the word usually refers to knowing someone aptly, properly, thoroughly, even biblically. Which might be either a wishful thinking on Aziraphale’s part or just another layer of subtext in this already romantically charged scene. The table dressing, multiple candles, and focus on the lamps with Auguste Moreau’s Young Lovers statues in the background seem to successfully communicate what the angel left unsaid.

Too bad that Crowley remained so adorably oblivious for the next eighty years. At least when he finally came to the realization, he responded with an attempted temptation to another vintage red wine @vidavalor already analyzed.

But back to Aziraphale’s wine. To be exact, it’s a 1921 Châteauneuf-du-Pape from the domaine de Baban. An actual French vineyard from the Rhône region that still exists to this day, even though a few decades ago it got merged with another estate into what is now known as domaine Riché-Baban. According to the local guides, the 11 hectares on the estate are located in the Châteauneuf-du-Pape designation area in the Bois Lauzon and Mourre de Baud districts. At the moment 90% of the wines produced there are sent to wine dealers.

1920s were quite an interesting time for this region, but not because of the flapper cabarets or drag shows usually associated with the era on the Old Continent. To the horror of European oenophiles, right after World War I the whole of France found itself awash with fake wine. One of the worst outrages was the use of lead that magically transformed cheap, acid wine into something deceptively rich and sweet on the outside and one of the most powerful neurotoxins on the inside. People were already well aware of its effects — the poisoning from drinking sweetened wine probably made Handel go blind and Beethoven go deaf, but it shows how desperate for sweetness they were before sugar became available to the masses.

Admittably, it wasn’t a new practice. Far from it — the Romans liked it so much that they even advised to pack lead pans on travels to boil local wine in them to make it sweeter, especially in colder provinces like Britannia. But Aziraphale didn’t buy twelve cases of counterfeit wine for the sake of some good memories of Rome and its many health hazards. No, the fussy angel made sure to get the actually good stuff from the other side of the English Channel.

Henry Tacussel, whose name is mentioned on his wine label, was a French viticulturalist and a close friend of Baron Pierre Le Roy of the Chateau Fortia nearby, a trained lawyer and fellow winegrower from Châteauneuf-du-Pape who established the Winegrowers' Union of the Rhône Valley. Together with the Baron he became one of the founders of Appellation d'origine contrôlée (AOC), a labeling system intended to protect regional products and technologies that is still in use in France and serves as an inspiration to similar solutions worldwide. Their efforts were deliberately centred on Châteauneuf-du-Pape because with such a beguiling name even in comparison to other labels it seemed to attract an undue share of fraudsters at the time.

Soon after Aziraphale’s shopping spree, the local wine producers led by Le Roy and Tacussel began a very long campaign to establish legal protection for the wine from their commune. The delimited area and the method of wine production were finally awarded legal recognition after a decade, in 1933, but it wasn’t the end of the criminal activities on this front. An undercover investigation by The Sunday Times discovered that most of the “Châteauneuf” in the 1960s Britain was actually blended and bottled in Ipswich.

One question remains: was it a purely human affair, or maybe one requiring a demonic or angelic intervention?

[catgrub]

what if. flapper crowley. ok thats all

[foresttoffee]

I needed Crowley in a flapper dress. Now I feel like I need to do the whole outfit…

A continuation of the ineffable wives through the centuries shoes editions. This time, the 1920s! I feel like Crowley would be able to convince Aziraphale to dance. 💃

[fru1typunch]

So WHAT if autistic folks find comfort in Aziraphale and see ourselves represented in him? So WHAT if ADHDers find comfort in Crowley and see ourselves represented in him? Neurodivergent folks think these characters are like us and it's comforting, so WHAT! I'm an auDHDer (autistic as well as ADHD) and I absolutely see traits in both characters I relate to and I adore it. My closet is pretty much just a dozen flannels and button ups and various graphic tees for shows I like, and hasn't been updated since, oh, I'd say around the 1800's (I joke with you amusingly). I get upset almost too easily and have a hard time expressing my emotions "properly", even as a grown man. I have a safe space from the world that myself and only very close very trusted loved ones can enter, and I get incredibly upset when it's being disturbed by unwelcome visitors. I'm very observant and inquisitive about how the world works and why things are the way they are and get really upset at even slight injustices. I flap my hands and shake my fists and smile and giggle when I'm happy or excited. I wear tinted glasses, yes even indoors, to deal with sensory overload. All that shit is shit Aziraphale and Crowley do, too. So I LOVE these characters. Who cares that neurodivergent folks find comfort in them. I highly doubt Neil Gaiman's the type of asshole to tell me I shouldn't. He's always been a pretty big advocate for the folks that society doesn't like, as a writer and as a person, so I think he wouldn't mind if I find comfort in seeing my autistic traits in his angel or my ADHD traits in his demon. Michael Sheen literally said "god bless the happy flappers" with a bunch of heart emojis to an autistic fan saying they loved Azraphale's hand stimming because they did it too in 2019, so I highly doubt he'd care either. And I keep seeing the argument thrown around that angels and demons couldn't be neurodivergent because they should be "perfect" celestial beings, which is grossly ableist. If angels and demons can be visibly physically disabled, they can be invisibly mentally disabled too, I reckon.

Anyways, rant over, Good Omens is neurodivergent as hell because I say so, fuck you.

[theclaravoyant]

prompt me stuff: pre-1990s historical ineffables

so far;

Wild West / misc Crowley + horses

60s wives

9 Nov 1989, Berlin (Fall of the Berlin Wall)

1920s + flapper!Crowley

~15th Century + jousting

79AD, Pompeii

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

Snakes, Books and Radio; 1919 broadcast {featuring Rosie}

Aziraphale walked into the large entrance room. It was absolutely full of people, all dressed in the latest fashion. Namely, cocktail and flapper dresses, suits and ties. This was 1919 of course, what else would one expect? The war had ended in June, three months ago. He was very glad, it had been nigh impossible to aquire books, even in America as he was.

To celebrate, when one of his acquaintances had invited him to this party, he had said yes. Before, he had planned to return to England and his beloved bookshop , but seeing as this was a time of joy and peace, he thought that he may as well party.

He wore his best outfit, a light beige suit and trousers with a crisp white shirt and blue tie. Accepting a glass of champagne from a waiter, he surveyed the room. For some reason, his eye was drawn to (he presumed) a couple, who were talking languidly in a corner.

The man was quite young, obviously to a semi-immortal angel everyone was young but this man looked young, if he had to guess he would say mid twenties. He had light brown skin, messily styled brown hair, thin glasses balanced on his nose, strangely red eyes and he was wearing a white shirt with a red-brown waistcoat. A red rose was tucked into his pocket.

His partner was shapely and tall, with strawberry blond hair in a bob, dark eyes, pale skin, a lovely pink feathered hat and a light pink blouse with darker accents tucked into a dark pink skirt.

Aziraphale could not understand why he was drawn to them, both were definitely human and didn't look too different from everyone else. Tearing his eyes away, he looked around further and nearly spat out his drink. Crowley was not who he expected to see, and certainly not looking like-like that!

The demon's hair was far longer than usual and fell down his back in g̶o̶r̶g̶e̶o̶u̶s̶ red waves. That was not the only change, if it was the angel probably wouldn't have been so stunned. However, Crowley was wearing a (black) dress. Not only that, but h̶e̶, well, h̶e̶ had a-a bosom! And hips and a waist and-well, all the evidence pointed to the demon being female. It was definitely Crowley, but Aziraphale was fairly confident the last time they had met, Crowley was decidedly male.

Walking over, he tapped the demon on the shoulder. Crowley span around delightedly "Heya Zira, darling" she purred "fancy seeing you here."

Unsure quite how to reply, he was quite relieved when their host, Charles Adrieux, who had been talking to Crowley, exclaimed happily "I say! Mr Fell, I didn't know you and Adeline were acquainted. Magnificent! Now I can seat you two together at lunch."

He darted off before Aziraphale could comment. Turning instead to Crowley, he asked incredulously "Adeline?"

"Why yes, Adeline.J.Crowley, at your service." she curtsied.

"Well-I- That is entirely beside the point. What are you doing here? I'll have you know, Mr Adrieux is a dear friend of mine and" he was interrupted by Crow-Adeline laughing.

"Relax Angel, I'm not here for anything nefarious. Actually, Charles is" and here her eyes sparkled mischievously "as much a dear friend of mine as he is of yours. I'm just here to celebrate! Am I not allowed to have fun? Or is that a privilege taken away when one strolls leisurely downwards, if you catch my drift?"

" I suppose a tiny bit of fun might be permitted.... " He said, hoping it was the safest answer.

"Spectacular! Well Angel, would you do me the honour of being my partner for the evening?"

He must have looked stunned as Adeline added"no need to worry, it's not like any of your lot would ever come down here unless either you were in severe trouble or the world was ending, neither of which is happening so we're fine"

He wanted to protest, after all, despite her change in looks, she was still a demon, the Enemy... But her points did make sense, and one night did not friends make..."Alright then."

Adeline grinned. Just then, a loud voice boomed "Greetings everyone! It is such a pleasure to see all my friends here to celebrate the war's end!" There was a large cheer. "Now, my chefs have prepared a delectable feast, if you would start to enter the dining room, your seating will be assigned." Charles shouted into a megaphone with delight.

"so, how did you meet Charles?" she enquired

"I could ask you the same thing, Ladies first and all. "

"Well played, let me see. I believe we first met in Italy actually, he runs in similar circles as I." Aziraphale was astounded. He knew all about the sort of people Adeline's circles tended to attract, he would never have thought.. "Charles? Really?"

"Really, you wouldn't think so looking at him, would you?"

The Angel replied in the negative , then both quieted as they entered the large dining room. Quickly, they found their seats, flowery script on neat cards next to each other proclaimed

𝓜𝓻 𝓐. 𝓩𝓲𝓻𝓪. 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓵

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓐𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮. 𝓙. 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓮𝔂

Taking their seats, they fell back into conversation, after all, it had been years since their last meeting. About 5 minutes later, they were joined by their seating partners, who were, funnily enough, the couple Aziraphale had been drawn to earlier. The man drew out the chair for the lady and then sat. Looking subtly over, Aziraphale could see their cards read

𝓜𝓻 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻.𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓻

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓲 -𝓥𝓲𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮

Adeline, who was seated next to 'Alastor', introduced herself "Hello, I'm Miss Crowley, but please, call me Adeline. May I have the pleasure of your names?"

"A pleasure indeed to meet such a fine lady, my name is Alastor and this is my good friend Rosie." He said smoothly, kissing the back of her hand.

Aziraphale felt suddenly slightly jealous, but couldn't imagine why. The lady, Rosie, then enquired "And who might you be?"

Realising he hadn't introduced himself yet, he spoke"oh, how terribly rude of me, I'm Zira. Adeline and I are old friends."

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet both of you."The four began talking, and soon the conversation turned to their host.

"if you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet our illustrious host?" Zira asked, genuinely curious, the duo didn't seem like the type to know Charles.

"Well, he is an investor in my radio show"

Alastor began before the angel interrupted him "You have a radio show? What's it about?" he said excitedly, he adored listening to radio while reading.

"I'm unsure whether a gentleman of your standard would enjoy it, as it mainly features discussions about crime, mostly violent. Sometimes we interview the victims, if they are still alive of course. I'm afraid I have rather an interest in the criminal mind."

Adeline cocked her head. "That sounds intriguing," she said, interest clear in her tone. "I shall have to listen to it"

Aziraphale was interested as well and said so. Despite being an angel, he did rather enjoy discussions of crime. "In strictest confidence, may I ask what the next broadcast will be about?"

"Oh yes, tell all, Al. I must confess a slight curiously myself" Rosie admitted.

"I trust you all can keep a secret? Very well, it is an exploration into the possible motives of two serial killers. To be more precise, the Smiling Hunter and the Strangling Rose. I didn't particularly want to do it, however the producer insisted."

The names rang a bell, but he wasn't quite sure where from. "Would you be so kind as to refresh my memory of them?" he asked.

Rosie did so. "First, people often accociate the two together because of their victims. Both tend to target r@pists, however the Rose also kills abusive husbands while the Hunter also kills rich white businessmen. Apart from that, no one can find a link between the two so joining them is irrational. "

" Do you have an interest in crime as well?" Adeline asked Rosie.

"Not as such, I merely have a very good memory and Al talks a lot about work."

Alastor aquiesed to this statement with a brief nod. Still curious, Aziraphale queried "Why are they called the Smiling Hunter and the Strangling Rose? There must be a reason?"

"Oh, there is, but it is rather gruesome, I am afraid it isn't quite the topic to discuss over lunch. Perhaps we can continue after food?" Alastor said.

Aziraphale was fairly confident he and Adeline would both be fine, having eaten crepes while watching beheadings of aristocracy and witnessed the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, amongst other things. However neither of them could tell their present company this, so agreed. The first course was served, salmon mousse on sliced rye bread.They began to eat.

Part way through, Rosie laughed and said "do forgive me Zira, but I have been meaning to ask, where are you from? I admit having a slight curiosity"

"Go on Angel" Adeline added when it became apparent he had paused for too long.

"Well, I live in England, but the Fell family come from all over." There. No lie had been told. He was the Fell family, after all, although can it really be called a family if it only has the one member?

"Ah! England would explain your accent, yes. Tell me, what's it like? I've never been."

"it is very nice, I own a bookshop in London, the capital city."

"you own a bookshop?" Alastor said excitedly. The rest of the meal went very quickly, Rosie and Zira swapping seats so they could talk to Adeline and Alastor separately.

The time had passed so quickly, they decided to bid farewell to their host and go to 'a darling little tea shop' recommended by Rosie, to keep talking. Neither Aziraphale or Adeline had enjoyed human company this much for ages.

Strolling out of the dining room, they found Charles and said farewell to him, Alastor promising that this week's broadcast would be better (and bloodier) than ever. As they left the manor, Rosie led them round streets and through a small alley until they came out in front of a lovely, flower decorated, tea shop. Walking in, Alastor and Zira got a few looks, men didn't usually visit tearooms such as these, but soon enough the oddity was forgotten and the customers turned back to their friends.

From behind the counter, an older woman wearing a smart brown blazer and skirt rushed over, embracing Rosie with a delighted cry "Darling! It has been too long, far too long. You have finally come to your Aunt Ophelia's shop yes? Come, sit. Who are your friends?"

The four sat around the prettily decorated table that Ophelia had showed them to. Rosie smiled. "Dearest Aunt, I sincerely apologise for my absence but I have been very busy with things. Everyone, this is my godmother Ophelia. Aunt, you know Alastor,"

"Well of course I do, but I am fairly certain I have never seen these two in my life" while speaking she gestured broadly to Aziraphale and Adeline.

Both Zira and Rosie were rather stunned when Adeline winked roguishly and said"oh yes you have, surely you recall the party in 1905? The one in Lafayette?"

Ophelia looked briefly confused then shocked. "No. Crowley? Ha! You've changed"

"Oh, maybe just a bit. And it's Adeline currently" said demon purred laughingly"

My, my. Well, as it turns out I know three of this illustrious band, so may I enquire whom you may be, Mr..."

Zira started and answered "Fell, Zira Fell. A pleasure to meet you, madam."

" Ooh, no, I am no madam, just plain Ms Blanche. Shall I bring you cake and sandwiches and some iced tea?"

"The iced tea sounds perfect, unfortunately we have just been to lunch at the Adrieux manor, so we will have to decline the food." Alastor said, he adored Ophelia's cakes and was slightly disappointed at being unable to eat them today.

"But of course, no matter, I shall prepare your tea and leave you to your conversation." with that she departed.

"How did you meet my godmother?" Rosie enquired.

Adeline grinned. "It was at a rather excellent party a while back, she's an excellent dancer. Anyway, do spill the tea on these two serial killers, I find myself much intrigued..."

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Hope you enjoyed! There will be more in this series, I have a ✨plan✨now

[goth-maudra]

Bit late to the party, but here's my contribution to Trans Day of Visibility. This was my attempt on Whiteley Foster's "draw this in your style" challenge some time ago. My style being: painted on an 8x10 canvas. Fun fact: flappers would paint flowers on their knees, I tried with Crowley. But that $@#$^%$ing HAND...I had to consult our art major college kiddo more than once. Then xe said "it's a parallelogram" and oh! *headsmack*

Much love to the Trans community. And much disgust to the people who are assholes in SO MANY ways TO said community. Grow up, get a hobby, shut the fuck up, and mind your own damn business. The Trans community has done NOTHING to you, nor do they seek to.

😠🖕

[quona]

This isn't really a timelapse, more of a collection of my WIP shots from the Flappers painting.

You can very clearly tell where I got frustrated with Crowley and repainted her.