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Momentarily Out of Action

(credit for the title goes to Killer Queen by Queen)

A one shot written for class about what happens after the events of Good Omens. Enjoy!

Set a few months after The Incident. Newt and Anathema have remained together and are currently living together in Jasmine Cottage. They don’t often discuss the events of “Saturday”, except to wonder what could have happened during the gaps in both their memories. Anathema has had thoughts of Agnes’ new book to keep her mind busy, but Newt hasn’t. His mind keeps coming back to the things he can’t remember. After several weeks of wondering, he decides he can’t leave it alone. On another clear Saturday afternoon, he sits down and writes down everything he remembers from that day (on paper of course).

“It all hung around in his mind, not exactly forgotten but forever hanging on the cusp of recollection, a memory of things that hadn’t happened. How could you have that?”

My first attempt at typing this resulted in Anathema’s home computer completely shutting down and refusing to restart until I placed it in the fridge for a few minutes. The second time I tried, it elicited a high-pitched wail and promptly exploded in a shower of sparks. So, it appears I’ll be writing this. Please forgive any misspellings, I’m having to use Anathema’s witchy periodicals to cross reference correct spellings and they aren’t exactly concerned with producing error free editions.

Here’s what I’ve got so far. I know I was meant to remember something about that Saturday, but I’m not entirely sure I remember what that something was. I remember arriving at the American air base and running into those four strangers who seemed about as out of place as us (I still think they were some sort of terrorists, though Anathema disagrees.) I remember all the electronics in that room going absolutely haywire, and then I remember myself fixing them (though I’m still not entirely sure how). I also remember Anathema being incredibly impressed with my having fixed said electronics and gazing at me with adoration. I can remember all of this very well, but, from the second we stepped out of that room, everything went hazy. It’s just flashes after that. There was a man with sunglasses, and I think Adam, the boy from down the road, was there. I could almost swear I saw the Sergeant as well…

Anyway, I can’t remember exactly what I’m supposed to remember about that day, but I’ve decided to find out. I’ll have to ask around a bit and see if anyone can fill in some of the gaps in my memory.

“He had even been entertaining the idea of inviting her out for a meal, but he hated the idea of some Cromwellian witch sitting in her cottage three centuries earlier and watching him eat.”

When I initially asked Anathema about that Saturday she said, “I’ve told you Newt, I don’t remember any more than you do.” After much needling, however, I was able to convince her to write down for me everything that she could remember.

Turns out, she doesn’t remember much more than I do.

From arriving at the airbase to our leaving the electrical room, Anathema’s memories matched mine almost exactly. She seems to have a more understated understanding of my heroics in fixing all the broken electronics (“All you did was lay your hand on–” “I fixed them, Anathema!”), but nonetheless, she still remembered it.

She’d also written down a description of a man who sounded exactly like Shadwell, which means I must have been remembering correctly when I thought I’d seen him. I’ll have to visit him in London sometime to investigate that. The man has a memory like an elephant, probably from all the milk. If anyone could remember, it would be him.

The most interesting thing was that Anathema also remembered the man with the sunglasses. The one I mentioned earlier, the one who smelled like smoke. Well, I’d forgotten until she mentioned it, but we’d walked up on him standing with Shadwell and another bloke, a sort of nervous looking fellow with a nice overcoat.

According to Anathema, “He was a thief, Newton. A book-stealing, bicycle-repairing thief.”

“Book stealing? You mean he stole Agnes’s book?”

“Yes! He and his friend hit me with their car, broke my bike, fixed my bike, then stole the book.” She was close to yelling. She takes all business related to the book very seriously.

Taking care to keep my voice level, I said, “But why would he have stolen the book? He couldn’t have known what it was, you said it never sold a copy.”

“He must have known. Why else would he have stolen it? It doesn’t exactly scream ‘expensive and probably worth a lot of money on the black market.’”

An idea hit me then. “Wait a second. Anathema, you’ve still got all the index cards, haven’t you? Did they say anything that could explain what happened?”

She thought for a moment before saying, “I don’t think so. The prophecies were mostly about the lead up to The Incident, not really about The Incident itself. Besides 3017, that is. We think that one was probably about the actual event.”

“3017? The one that went on about four and four and four? Well, Anathema that’s it,” I nearly shouted, “All we’ve got to do is figure out what that one was talking about and we’ll have figured out what happened.”

Anathema still looked skeptical. She said, “Why are you trying to figure this out, anyway? Why does it matter what’s happened?”

“I just want to know. Like, whether or not all of Agnes’s prophecies came to pass or how we got the book back, or who those bicycle repair men really were and why Adam was there. Aren’t you at all curious about what happened?”

“Not really.”

“But this huge, world-changing event was fated to happen and we can’t remember any of it! You spent your whole life preparing for it and now that you can’t remember what happened, you don’t even care?”

“It wasn’t fated to happen. I’ve already told you, fate doesn’t exist. It just happened and now it’s over and we can move on. Weren’t you the one that was freaked out by Agnes knowing what was going to happen?”

“I wasn’t freaked out by it, I just thought you should’ve realized that we were basically doing everything because Agnes said we should.”

“But we didn’t. Agnes wrote it down because we did it. I told you, it’s more like remembering than predicting.”

“But we never would have done it in the first place if we hadn’t read those bloody prophecies. I don’t think you had as much choice in it as you think you did, Anathema.”

“Of course I had a choice in it! We’ve all got a choice in it, Newt. There is no great divine plan that’s deciding all our actions before we’ve ever got the chance to do them.”

“I’m not saying there is, but–”

I was cut off by the doorbell.

“If Anathema had been in full control of her own mind at that moment—and no one around Adam was ever in full control of his or her own mind—she’d have noticed that whenever she tried to think about him beyond a superficial level her thoughts slipped away like a duck off water.”

It was Adam at the door.

He’d come by to pick up some more of Anathema’s old newspapers. He said they got his imagination going.

It was a welcome distraction. My questioning of Anathema didn’t get me anything except an argument, so I’d hoped that I might be able to get answers out of Adam.

“Adam, you were there that Saturday, weren’t you? When The Incident happened?”

I could have imagined it, but a cagey expression passed across his face when I asked him that. It was hard to tell with Adam though, he always had a sort of shifty look about him. Like he knew something that you didn’t. Or like he knew something that you were supposed to know but you didn’t even know what the thing you were supposed to know was let alone actually know it.

Adam didn’t stop sorting through newspapers as he said, “Sure, I was. Me and my friends rode to the airbase on our bikes. ”

“Right, well, the world was meant to…you know. So Anathema and I were wondering–”

“Newt was wondering,” Anathema interrupted.

“Right. I was wondering if you remembered what happened that day. See, we went into this electrical room where everything was going all crazy so I fixed it. We know we left the room afterwards, and then we ran into you and Shadwell and the man with the sunglasses and his friend with the nice overcoat, but we can’t actually remember what happened after that. We just remember it being Sunday all of the sudden.”

“Well yeah, Sunday comes after Saturday. Of course it was Sunday afterwards.” I couldn’t tell if he was being intentionally obtuse. Again, it’s always hard to tell with Adam.

“No, I mean, there’s a gap. A big gap between us finding you at the airbase and the next morning. We just know that something was supposed to happen and it didn’t.”

“Why should I remember anymore than you did?”

I can’t remember exactly the thought I had when he said that, but I remember it being important. It’s hard to keep a grip on good thoughts around Adam. They slide right out of your head, like ducks off water

“I’m not saying you should, I was just wondering if you did.”

“Well, I don’t. I just remember you two showing up when I was splitting that woman back into two people, and then–”

“Wait, what woman? What do you mean splitting her back into two people?”

Adam was silent.

As I stared back at him, I combed through my memories for any sign of another woman besides Anathema. I’d just caught a glimpse of feminine figure when the sound of Adam rustling newspapers brought me back to the present. When I came back, I’d forgotten what I was searching for. I’ve told you, Adam and good thoughts is like ducks on water. I couldn’t figure out what I’d been trying to remember until after he’d left.

“What does it matter what happened? The world didn’t…you know. Did it?”

“My god, does no one care about the fact that not a single one of us can remember an entire afternoon?”

“The way I see it, whatever was supposed to happen didn’t actually happen, we shouldn’t keep worrying about it, should we? The way I see it, we should just keep moving forward. Quit worrying about what’s happened and just look forward.”

I thought about what he said for a minute. Adam’s always got a way of saying things that just make sense. A conclusion that you never would have arrived to yourself but seems to be the only possible solution once he’s presented it to you.

But I couldn’t accept it this time.

“Adam,” I said slowly, “you didn’t have anything to do with The Incident, did you?”

Adam didn’t respond again. Just stared at me until I’d forgotten ever asking him a question.

Anathema and I both jumped when he spoke up again, “Well, good luck with your remembering, but I’ve got to get going. Pepper, Brian, and Wensleydale will be waiting for me. We’re holding another inquisition. Pepper says she’s got the hang of proper torturing this time ‘round.”

It was much easier to focus after he’d left.

“The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.”

I set down the two cups of tea for me and Anathema to continue piecing together The Incident. Our next step was tackling the mystery of the book thieves. We had been pouring over newspapers (it always comes back to this, doesn’t it?), trying to figure out if local reporting had mentioned any other crimes by stylish men in sunglasses or three piece suits, when Anathema had a brilliant idea.

“Why not just check the White Pages?” she exclaimed.

After two declined calls and one very angry man, Anathema finally got a hold of someone by the name if Mr. Fell.

She dialed the number, which was picked up almost immediately.

“Oh, bugger it all!” He had said when Anathema asked if he remembered anything about The Incident on Saturday (formerly known as The Apocalypse aka Armageddon aka The End of the World, changed in an effort to increase morale).

We faintly heard someone say “what is it, Angel?” in a manner that suggested the speaker had spent the better part of the afternoon lounging in a particularly regal and comfortable armchair and would continue to lounge until the last possible second of the day, at which point he would get up, stretch his legs, and parade around a cozy and well-stocked bookshop until the owner of said bookshop implied it would no longer be acceptable to lounge, and Really, Crowley, you might as well make yourself useful. Could you hand me the— No, don’t touch that! No, not that one, either! You know what, I’ll get it. You sit down, I’ll make you a cup of tea.

Mr. Fell — Aziraphale, he had explained, after realizing it was the young lady with Agnes Nutter’s book who was on the other end — called back to the voice that it was nothing: “Just the nice lady with the bicycle, and I believe I will explain to her what happened.” There was a reply, and although Anathema hadn’t heard the words, she had caught the tone of voice, which might as well have been labeled “Whatever you say, Angel, it’s all the same to me.”

So, Aziraphale had explained, in a rather roundabout way, (with Crowley butting in occasionally to add color and intrigue) that he was an angel and Crowley was a demon, and they had helped stop The Incident.

Of course, they couldn’t fill in everything, only what they were there for (and had conveniently forgotten to explain the nature of their relationship, which Anathema had created a theory for after being dropped off, and added evidence to after hearing their side conversations on phone). This — The Incident, not the six-thousand-year-slow-burn — was apparently why Anathema and I were being interrupted by supernatural beings for the umpteenth time today: Within an hour of having hung up the phone — not nearly enough time to process everything Aziraphale had told them — the door opened.

Crowley and Aziraphale walked into Jasmine Cottage, casual as anything. Crowley entered first, which explained the lack of a knock, but one would think that at least the angel (Was he still an angel? Was angelhood something you were stuck with, or could you lose it? I guess the latter, on account of Lucifer and the fall and all that) would have the decency to not interrupt a man when he has just sat down with his lovely girlfriend (Were they a couple? They hadn’t had that talk yet. Newt made a mental note to bring it up later), but apparently 6,000 years on Earth did things to a person. Angel. Former angel. Oh, whatever he was! Someone without proper manners.

“You don’t really realize what you have until you lose it, et cetera, et cetera,” Crowley was saying. We just stared at him.

Aziraphale turned to Anathema and me to explain. “Oh, it’s true! We are now truly abandoned by heaven—”

“—And hell. Well, as much as hell could ever abandon. It’s not like they care about anything enough to abandon it.”

“Right, of course, and hell. It’s been fun! We don’t have to follow any rules—”

“—Wasn’t doing that in the first place—”

“—And Crowley is teaching me how to be mean! It sounds awful, I know, but he assures me it helps humans build character. And it's actually quite fun, when the person deserves it,” he admitted sheepishly.

Crowley, for his part, had never really been truly evil to begin with, so his process of assimilation to the human world had already happened, rather seamlessly, over the past 6,000 years. As he always claimed, humans were intrinsically more evil than he was, because they had to choose it. Although, now that Crowley thought about it, he supposed he did have a choice, now, without the threat of hell looming. Maybe he would try being … Nice. Ugh. Even thinking the word gave him chills. And not the good kind, like the kind you get after a good plot twist in a movie or a particularly brilliant verse in a song. No, these were the truly hellish kind of chills. The ones one felt when one’s body prepared itself for a rather violent upchuck. Not that Crowley knew anything about upchucking. He did still retain some perks of inhumanity, after all.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, needed some coaching in the serpentine wiles of humanity. Or so Crowley thought. Aziraphale had proved quite adept at wiles. This was possibly a consequence of The Arrangement, Crowley thought. He should’ve known thousands of years of imitating evil would take its toll — although, to be fair, the toll in question currently manifested itself as Aziraphale lying to customers about the business hours of his bookshop, taking books he couldn’t bear to part with out of the hands of customers at his bookshop, and sternly ushering customers out of his bookshop when he didn’t “like the looks of them” (code for “they will use my precious first editions as coasters and so I must get them out of my sight immediately”). And hadn’t he been doing that this whole time, anyway?

This was all conveyed — not in so many words, but I was getting better at reading between the lines, and I was sure I was right this time, especially after that Masterclass in reading body language (the one with the in-depth lesson on winks) by Mary Hodges, businesswoman — through sighs and shrugs by Crowley and Aziraphale as they searched for… well, I didn’t actually know. They were poking about, Crowley looking under tables, Aziraphale in and around the bookshelves overflowing with editions of The New Aquarian.

I pondered what they could possibly be looking for. A book, maybe? That would make sense for Aziraphale, maybe, but what book didn’t they already have? The only one missing had been Agnes’s, and we’d already recovered that one (although a bit worse for wear. Not that it mattered anyway, as all the prophecies had come to pass).

“So… what are you looking for, exactly?” I finally ventured.

“Well, you see—” Aziraphale started.

“It’s a ring.” Crowley snapped. “You wouldn’t get it.” He looked like he was going to say more, definitely something rude, possibly something accompanied by violence.

“It’s this really lovely story, actually,” Aziraphale interjected. “Right at the beginning of all this — The End of the World, I mean — Crowley and I were contemplating what life would be like after The Apocalypse. And he was relentless about this story about this bird—”

“Oh, you’re telling it all wrong! The story isn’t about the bird, it’s about the mountain. There’s a mountain made of diamond — hardest rock there is, you know — and every thousand years, a bird—”

“A-ha! There is a bird!”

“Yes, yes, Angel, the bird does play a part. So this bird, it flies to the mountain every thousand years to sharpen its beak on the mountain—”

“And after the mountain has been worn down to nothing, that’s when the first second of eternity will have passed.”

“I believe the words I used were, ‘You still won’t have finished watching The Sound Of Music.’”

“Yes, well, pish-posh. So, after Armageddon, we realized we would be on Earth until… Well, we don’t know until when. But heaven and hell both seem to have forgotten about us, so as far as we figure, we’re free to do what we like, for as long as we like.” He smiled, as if this cleared everything up.

Anathema piped up. “So, what about the ring?”

“Oh, the ring! See. The flaming sword, the ring… forget my own head next.”

I, of course, had no idea what a flaming sword had to do with any of what they had just talked about (Had it been used by the bird to help sharpen his beak? Was it made of diamond from the mountain? I didn’t think I’d ever understand what was going on), but I was ever so familiar with Aziraphale’s emotions at that moment. I didn’t know angels could get embarrassed. Made me feel better about my own embarrassment, if I’m being honest.

Crowley rolled his eyes. “The ring is what Aziraphale gave me after we realized we weren’t really mortal enemies. We hadn’t been mortal enemies for a while, really, but we couldn’t hide behind our respective sides any longer. Had never really been on them to begin with, come to think of it. But anyways, it’s made of diamond, the diamond of the proverbial mountain, as in, eternity. Do you follow? It’s clear as anything. Easy to lose. I would like it back, please.”

I glanced at Anathema in shock. Whatever story I thought I was expecting, it wasn’t this.

“He gave you a wedding ring?” Anathema asked, incredulous.

“What? Oh, well, I suppose so. If you want to put it in human terms.” This answer was muffled and had to be slightly shouted, as, now that their story was over, Crowley had transitioned from looking under tables to looking in Anathema’s bedroom.

“It’s not here, Crowley,” Aziraphale called from the foyer, where he was looking through couch cushions. “Let’s keep looking. Would it be in the Bentley?”

“Oh, Satan, I hope not. With my luck it’ll turn into the belt Freddie Mercury wore at Live Aid or something.”

As abruptly as they had arrived, the pair left, bickering about the luster of diamond and rock star accessories.

“It’s not enough to know what the future is. You have to know what it means.”

So we had finally gotten around to piecing together what we remembered that fateful Saturday. By the end, our tea had gotten cold, so I had gotten up to make them more. As I put the kettle on, I revisited my mental list of notes; my mind snagged on the Anathema question. What were we to each other? I would have very much liked to call Anathema my girlfriend. After all, we didn’t have six thousand years to dance around the question. The tea and I both mulled. Once it was ready, I brought it back to the table and attempted to broach the topic.

“So, I was thinking… are we… Well, I think what I’m trying to say is…” I was stuttering, my face was red, and I was sure Anathema could read the embarrassment off of me as easily as I could the angel’s earlier. She came to my rescue. She always would, wouldn’t she? That was why I loved her.

Oh. Oh. Well, no point hiding it now. Might as well go all in.

Anathema beat me to it.

“Are we a couple, do you mean? Official? Going steady? Courting?” She was smiling a bit now, laughing at my embarrassment, but I found that I didn’t mind, actually.

“Yes, that, precisely.”

“I would hope so!” She was laughing outright. “After The End of The World!”

I laughed, too, then. There really was no point in saying The Incident, after all: morale was higher than ever.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #anathema device #newton pulsifer #newt x anathema #david tennant #michael sheen #adam young #good omens fic

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bunshr00m · 3 months

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Do you have any good omens head cannons?

when "the them" get older they still bring up that one time adam went all evil when they're annoyed w him

anathema thought she didn't wanna date until she met newt and realized her type was just very pathetic boys and she hadn't met a pathetic enough boy

for some reason i think muriel would get asked out a lot on earth but at first they wouldn't realize they're dates so they're just happily cruising along being an absolute player. after realizing they'd be like "so if i just keep making lip contact with my dates they'll purchase more human sustenance for me? what an interesting trading system!"

i also headcanon that muriel is a lesbian though because i sense my own

gabriel finds flies on him a lot. in pockets, in hair, in his teeth. beezlebub just wants him to have lil friends

nina isn't very good at expressing affection so she'd do it really awkwardly. she'd hand someone a trinket, say "its yours" and then leave without explaining anything.

maggie hates nina's ex more than anyone. if she ever met them she'd give them a proper little smack. also i can see her as the "with all due respect, which is none..." meme

this one is basically canon but crowley makes fun of aziraphale for saying such british things despite also being british. "just popping off to the loo :)" "jUsT pOpPiNg OfF tO tHe LoOoOo"

finally i think crowley eats burnt ass toast bc he's just weird like that.

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lxvenderjewel · 4 months

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good omens as the official maggot discord server: part 1

all parts!

@weirdly-specific-but-ok @hello-ello-ello @falling-raine @aroaceblackhole if yall wanna tag other people i'm cool w that

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens incorrect quotes #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #nina #maggie #nina x maggie #muriel #muriel good omens #nina good omens #maggie good omens #furfur #newt pulsifer #anathema device #adam young

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innefableidiot · 3 months

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Crowley, Anathema and Nina should all meet at a pub or cafe or something and just drink and talk shit about people. And I mean like people watching but also talking about people that really piss them off. Then I can imagine Aziraphale, Newt and Maggie just off somewhere else and they have a very calm book club or something.

#good omens #good omens 2 #anthony j crowley #innefable husbands #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley good omens #good omens3 #aziraphale #good omens crowley #maggie x nina #nina good omens #anathema device #good omens anathema #newt good omens #newt pulsifer

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goodomensfanbase · 4 months

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Thing Only Good Omens Fans Will Understand:

A pot

Multiple goats

A Crystal ball (DOUBLE MEANING)

UNDERNEATH of a bed

A cardboard box

Crepes

A tree with no birds in it

Eccles cakes

A maggot

The true meaning of BTS

#bildad the shuhite #we love bildad the shuhite #good omens is the best #good omens #neil gaiman #ineffable husbands #azicrow #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #gay #crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #happy birthday michael #bts #anathema x newt #no nightingales #hastur good omens #jemimah good omens

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theelastword · 10 months

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If I’m being honest, I’ll be slightly disappointed if season 3 (if it happens🤞🤞🤞) pushes the narrative that Aziraphale needs to apologize to Crowley and act as if he was naive and did everything wrong. Because if I was presented with the option to run away with the love of my life and have everything I ever wanted BUT doing that would mean I had to turn a blind eye to systemic injustice that I knew I had the ability, power, and voice to at least try to do something about?— I can only hope that I would be brave enough to choose the other option. After all the abuse, neglect, and brainwashing that Heaven put Aziraphale through, I was stunned at his courage to go back despite knowing what it would do to his happiness and future.

I want to make it clear that I am in no way angry at Crowley for his response, it’s completely understandable that he would want nothing to do with Heaven or Hell after everything, and he definitely has the right to put himself first. But respecting his choice doesn’t mean disrespecting Aziraphale’s, and I can only hope that hypothetical-season-3 Crowley understands that what Aziraphale is doing doesn’t make him a fool who chose Heaven above their future together— in fact, it makes him incredibly brave. Because if anyone can make a difference in Heaven, if anyone can grab hold of the hope for other angels’ humanity displayed by Muriel’s fascination with Earth or Gabriel’s love story, if anyone can be a loving and just leader while at the same time being just enough of a bastard to take down the “Second Coming” from the inside? You know damn well it would be none other than Aziraphale.

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off-traveling-in-the-stars · 11 months

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"reunion" this "apology dance" that, i wanna see newt and anathema again in s3. malewife x girlboss. idc if it's in one scene or a passsing mention i just love them.

#good omens spoilers #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #good omens 2 spoilers #newton pulsifer #newt pulsifer #anathema #anathema device #what is their ship name #anathema x newt #silly gay rambles

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kuri-crocus · 5 months

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Results: Good Omens season 3 wish polls

I collected some wishes I've seen fans have for season 3 and made polls out of it. Thanks to everyone for voting diligently! Making the (33!) polls, reading comments were a lot of fun to me! Here is my summary of the results. The bold answer is the most voted one. We will wait and see if some wishes come true ... As soon as season 3 is out I plan to come back for a check! I leave it to future me to make what actually happens in season 3 italic!

Prepare for a long post under the cut!

1. Do you want Aziraphale to perform the apology dance (in present day)? -765 votes-

52.5% Yes

31.6% No

15.8 % Neutral

2. Do you want Aziraphale and Crowley to end up mortal? -1046 votes-

87.7% No

9.8% Neutral

2.5% Yes

3. Do you want that Aziraphale saves Crowley at some point in season 3? -598 votes-

78.4% Yes

1.1% Neutral

4.5% No

4. Do you like God to narrate season 3 again? -529 votes-

50.3% Yes

35% Neutral

14.7% No

5. Do you like the Ineffable husbands to take custody of a (human) child? -553 votes-

54.4% No

26.9% Neutral

18.6% Yes

6. Do you want Crowley's angel name to be revealed? -1729 votes-

48.7% No

26.2% Yes

25.1% Neutral

7. What do you prefer to be Crowley's initial situation at the beginning of season 3? -432 votes-

77.3% Crowley is on his own

12.7% new leader of hell

7.2% something else. (I've read him beeing on vaction or hanging out with Nina, Maggie and Muriel)

2.8% works for hell again

8. Who makes the first step for a second kiss? -877 votes-

64.4% initiated by Aziraphale

30.9% initiated by both

2.5% no more kissing

2.2% initiated by Crowley

9. More of Angel!Crowley (without fall story) -406 votes-

51.5% Yes

26.1% Neutral

22.4% No

10. Where should the final scence with Aziraphale and Crowley take place? -527 votes-

77.4% South Down Cottage

7% The Ritz

5.1 % The Bookshop

3.4% St. James Park

3.2% Alpha Centauri

3.2 % Another location (rooftop was mentioned at least twice)

0.6% The Bentley

11. Should Aziraphale's diary have a bigger part in the plot? -307 votes-

53.1% Yes

34.2% Neutral

12.7% No

12. Would you like to see a conversation between Crowley and God? -602 votes-

49.3% Yes

27.6% No

23.1% Neutral

13. Would you like to see new angel and demon characters in season 3? -260 votes-

47.3% Yes

38.1% Neutral

14.6% No

14. Would you like it if there are more Angel x Demon couples? -359 votes-

44% Yes

28.4% Neutral

27.6% No

15. Would you like to see Crowley with long hair (present day)? -910 votes-

77% Yes

12.7% Neutral

10.2% No

16. Would you like to see Aziraphale with a beard? -359 votes-

49% No

32.6% Yes

18.4% Neutral

17. Would you like to have cameos of David's and/or Michael's family members? -318 votes-

39% Yes

34% Neutral

27% No

18. Should the historical scenes have a bigger or rather small part in the plot? -275 votes-

38.2% Neutral/anything is ok

37.1% Bigger/more like season 2

24.7% Rather small/more like season 1

19. Do you want to see the story of the great war and the fall? -287 votes-

69% Yes

17.8% No

13.2% Neutral

20. Do you want Saraquel to be an ally to Aziraphale and Crowley? -408 votes -

53.9% Yes

40.2% Neutral

5.9% No

21. Are you ready for 1941 Part 3? -713 votes-

80.8% Yes! All good things come in threes!

9.7% No, I don't need this scence to continue

9.5% Neutral

22. What is your opinion on the Ineffable Wives? -595 votes-

64.7 % Give me Fem!Azi and Fem!Crowley

25% Neutral

10.3% I don't want female presenting Azi and Crowley

23. More Bildad the Shuhite? -788 votes-

45.9% Yes

28.8% Neutral

25.3% No

24. Aziraphale takes off Crowley's sun glasses? -203 votes-

80.3% Yes

11.8% Neutral

7.9% No

25. Would you like it if Aziraphale calls Crowley "my demon" -291 votes-

43.6% Yes

30.9% No

25.4% Neutral

26. Muriel should be... -135 votes-

52.6% more prominent as in s2

43.7% as prominent as in s2

3% less prominent as in s2

0.7 % not appearing at all

27. In season 3 Muriel will wear... -151 votes-

90.1% a new earth outfit

5.3% the clothes they wear in heaven

4.6% the inspector constable costume

28. Do you want Muriel to take over the bookshop permanently? -153 votes-

51% No

30.7% Neutral

18.3% Yes

29. More wall slamming in season 3? -190 votes-

62.6% Yes AND Aziraphale also slamming Crowley against a wall

25.3% Yes! Slam that angel against the wall!

6.3% Neutral

5.8% No more wall slamming

30. Would you like to see Aziraphale with purple eyes? -547 votes-

39.7% No

34.4% Yes

26% Neutral

31. Would you like it if Crowley calls Aziraphale "my angel"? -310 votes-

83.2% Yes

10.3% Neutral

6.5% No

32. I'd like Anathema Device and Newt Pulsifer to... -182 votes-

30.8% Every option is fine by me

29.7% only have a cameo

28.6% appear again

11% not appear at all

33. Would you like it if Aziraphale calls Crowley "Anthony"? -408 votes-

38.7% No

31.1% Neutral

30.1% Yes

#good omens #go3 wishes #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #bildad the shuhite #good omens muriel #quelin sepulveda #good omens saraqael #liz carr #anathema device #newt pulsifer

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qtj · 1 month

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Well it’s been a hot minute!

As soon as saw this meme, I instantly thought of Newt and Anathema lol!

#good omens #good omens fanart #anathema device #newton pulsifer #good omens anathema #good omens newt #anathema x newt #fanart #digital art #procreate

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onceuponapuffin · 24 days

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Fanatic Intervention Part 13!!!

Wow, you're probably thinking - That was fast, Puffin!! Yes. I saw the votes come in and was stuck with sudden inspiration and HAD to get this done and up before bed. Huzzah for manic creative energy!!

You're either going to love it or be very angry with me. Not sure which (maybe a bit of both) - but here we go!

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Newt was worried.

Now, this wasn’t uncommon so it wasn’t normally a problem. This time, however, he was very certain he had a very good reason to be worried – and it was, in fact, a problem.

He couldn’t find Muriel.

It is here, dear Reader, where I need to take a moment to remind you of a few things. First of all, we all learned, not so long ago, that not everyone can manage to stay in a building and keep their sanity. Not even in a place like Aziraphale’s bookshop, not everyone. Second, it is very possible to reason things in a way that makes them seem harmless. Third, everyone makes mistakes. Newt is just learning that some mistakes cost more than others.

In his defense, things had seemed safe enough at the time. Newt and Anathema had been keeping in touch, and she’d told him about the Metatron tailing them at Heathrow. He had therefore come to the conclusion that the Metatron was keeping tabs on Anathema’s group. It made sense, what reason did Metatron have to watch the bookshop when his biggest threat was traipsing around America openly looking to disrupt his plans, and with no wards to keep them safe. Besides, it was just the cinema. It wasn’t even very far away. The plan had been a short trip to see a Disney film, then straight back with no distractions. It would have been a couple of hours at most. What could go wrong? Right?

Everything, of course. Everything could go wrong.

It was fine at first. The film had started, and the film was fine. Muriel was enjoying themselves. Then Newt had got up to use the toilet, whispered to Muriel that he would be right back, and left. When he came back, he couldn’t find them again. He looked. He found their seats. Then he thought perhaps they just needed to use the toilet too, so he sat back down and waited. After a minute he remembered that angels don’t need the loo, and thought that maybe Muriel had wanted more snacks. The film finished, and still Muriel hadn’t come back. Newt looked through the entire cinema. He asked the employees if they’d seen his friend, but none of them had. They helped him look in other screens, the lobby, all the toilets, everywhere. Muriel was gone. In a move of desperation, Newt returned to the shop, hoping beyond hope that Muriel had simply gone home without telling him, but no. The windows were dark, the shop was still locked and empty (although the doors were kind enough to unlock themselves for him).

Now he sat on the floor of the kitchen, breathing heavily into a cup of tea that was doing a very poor job of calming his nerves. He had to do something. He took a final deep breath before pushing himself off the floor and into one of the chairs at the table. Alright, panic time was over, now he needed to think. The only thing he was very certain of was that something had gone very very wrong. While he wasn’t entirely certain where Muriel was, by now he felt he could make a reasonable guess that they were back in Heaven. It was possible they had left of their own accord, something going so terribly wrong that they had needed to leave immediately without time to leave a message. It was also possible that nothing sinister was taking place. But the fear that had put him on the floor a moment ago was that Muriel had been taken by the Metatron back to Heaven against their will. And his biggest problem right now was that he had no idea which it was.

So he considered his options. If he messaged Anathema, he ran the risk of separating them. Their mission was important, and they had discussed at length before leaving why splitting up the group would be a bad idea. If he messaged them, they might drop everything and come back to the shop to help find Muriel, and end up playing right into the Metatron’s hands. At the same time, he wasn’t sure what he could do without them. It wasn’t as though Muriel had a phone that he could call.

Although...weren’t angels and demons basically the same? Like, they started from the same place right? And he knew by now that people could summon demons. Maybe he could just...summon Muriel back? He got up to go back into the front room of the shop – he was fairly sure he’d left his phone on the desk when he came in – and his foot caught on the area rug, making him trip and fall face first into the hardwood.

He groaned as he pulled himself up. Now wasn’t the time for this. He looked back to find out what he’d tripped over, and instead saw that the rug had pulled up a bit to reveal white lines on the floor underneath it. Huh. Now that was something. He got to his feet and pulled away the rest of the rug, revealing the entire drawing. By this point in his relationship with Anathema, he recognized a summoning circle when he saw it, and clasped a hand to his mouth in equal amounts of surprise and relief. Thank goodness! He could use this to summon Muriel! And it would bring them straight back to safety! Then he swore to Agnes Nutter he wouldn’t ever suggest they set foot outside of the bookshop again until this whole Second Coming business was well over.

Alright, candles. He knew he needed candles.

He searched the entire shop, and the only candles he could find were battery operated. Unorthodox, surely, but after considering for a moment, he decided that if Aziraphale had these candles around, then they must be good enough to do the job. He began placing them around the circle, similar to the way he’d seen Anathema do on the solstice. Seven places, seven candles. Made sense. If Newt recalled correctly, Heaven liked sevens for some reason. He turned on the last candle, placed it on the designated spot, and stepped away. Anathema had told him once that things could go wrong if someone stepped into a summoning circle, so he made sure to watch his feet and stand well outside of it.

Great. That was done. Um...now what? He wasn’t a witch. Or wizard. Or warlock? Or whatever a male witch was called. Alright, time to think again. He was trying to contact Heaven so...well, people usually did that by praying, didn’t they? Carefully, he brought his hands together and raised his eyes towards the ceiling of the shop. He felt downright silly, but no worse than he had in church while growing up he supposed. Besides, literal angels and demons were his life now apparently. And Muriel was depending on him.

“Um,” he said, honestly unsure of how to begin, “Hello, my name is Newt. Is...um...is anyone there?”

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but a pillar of white light appearing between the candles hadn’t been it. His hands separated on instinct and he stumbled backwards in surprise, nearly topping a pile of books as he did. Wow, alright, so that worked. Huh. Strange feeling actually – things didn’t normally work quite so well or so quickly for him.

Anyway, focus up!

“Uh, right,” he continued, bringing his hands back together – it only felt proper now that he knew someone was actually there and listening. “I, er, well you see I’m looking for an angel called Muriel is...um, are they there?” Silence. Newt cleared his throat and tried again, firming his tone to feign confidence. “I summon the angel Muriel!”

This time the light blinked. A tone sounded. A tone he recognized actually….was it….no it wasn’t...dial-up was it??

But that’s what it was. The dial-up tone from Newt’s childhood internet experiences come back to haunt him. After a moment of blinking and beeping, a voice finally responded. Calm, yes, angelic, also yes, and oddly generic. Definitely not Muriel.

“The angel you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try your prayer again later.”

The light disappeared, leaving the room dark and the circle dull once again.

Well bugger.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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