25+ mutuals only, low activity, and highly private RP blog for aziraphale of prime's good omens. primarily show-based. multiverse, crossover, and OC friendly. rules below the read more.
secondary muses by request and with plotting only: gabriel, muriel, nina, lucifer
open starters.
BLOG ROLL: griefacquainted / aziraphalesballs (GO gif blog)
block #go3 spoilers to remain spoiler-free, though go3 is largely disregarded here.
â°Âš i prefer to remain mutuals with folks i actively write with. i don't mind if we go an extended time between replies, but i'd like some active thread(s) to be in place. if we're mutuals, you're welcome to spam my inbox, write impromptu starters, or engage however you'd like. i often toss stuff your way when inspired, but there's never any pressure to continue anything you're not feeling. i don't practice exclusives, mains, or affiliates.
â°Â˛ aziraphale means a lot to me personally, so if you're here to (a) reduce him to a chipper fellow who likes tea and books or (b) take out your go2 frustration on him, i will not tolerate it. first interactions with crowley will take place pre-go2.6. after we've written together some, i prefer we plot (even lightly) anything following the final 15.
â°Âł this goes for all muses, but esp crowley (since it's the most often use case here): please correct me if i make any mistakes in your portrayal, such as pronouns, spelling (crawly/crawley), headcanons, abilities, etc. i try my absolute best to keep up with everyone's interpretations, but i know sometimes thread-dependent cases arise, or i simply make a mistake. please know you're always welcome to correct me, and i will rectify asap!
â°â´ he is mostly here to make friends; i ship him with crowley (no one in the audience is shocked), but i do not autoship. i'd prefer we test the waters to ensure our portrayals and vision for their dynamic mesh well. i'm willing to write spicy stuff if we've been writing together for a while or have a specific premise in mind, but it's not high on my priority list.
â°âľ DNI: DW muses. no hate. all love. totally fine if you have DW muses on your roster. i just can't engage with those muses for personal reasonsâbut we can write with your others.
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It was remarkable just how much stress could be crammed into just a couple of days when the universe really tried. There had been several times Crowley thought they'd never have moment like thisâcalm, peaceful, just the two of themâagain.
The tension has only just begun to loosen its grip on the demon's muscles when Aziraphale's announcement snaps it all right back into place. Crowley freezes, his own champagne halfway to his lips, and simply stares.
Aziraphale. Supreme Archangel. Well, if there's anyone worthy of the title, he has to concede it's the angel across from him. One of the only really, truly Good angels, if one were to ask Crowley. He certainly would deserve the honour. It was Heaven, in Crowley's rather firm opinion, that doesn't deserve Aziraphale. Not that his opinion on any of it matters; all that matters is what answer he gave the Metatron. The terrifying thought that perhaps this little outing is meant to be a farewell crosses his mind, and Crowley feels ill.
The pause lasts only a moment, though it feels far longer by the time he lowers his glass back to the table.
Say something, idiot. But what does one say when faced with the possibility of losing their best, their only, friend?
"Well," there's no hiding his anxiety, however he tries, it's clear in the sharpness of his words, the tightness of his jaw. "I hope you told him he can go piss up a rope."
â WHAT? No. Whyâwhy would I tell him that? â The bridge of his nose wrinkles at the thought, for Aziraphale is quite certain The Metatron needn't perform such bodily functions, much less vertically so. Nonetheless, his fingers tug at the napkin within his lap, and as shoulder tense, he must confess.
â I told him no. But, well, he insisted, you see. He told me I'm the only candidate who makes any sense at all, and then HE MENTIONED YOU, and our, um... well, us, and so I simply had to... â
There is no use dancing around the matter now. An angel's eyes flicker upwardâif there were an upward even beyond Upwardâand the very fact that Aziraphale hasn't yet been smitten where he speaks, well...
â I reminded him of how at the start of Armageddon, IT WAS MY RESPONSIBILITY TO BLOW THE HORN to signal the End Times, and he should take note of how, well, that did not happen. â
Aziraphale remembers itâthe resounding call of trumpets from Above whilst cornered against the wall of a coffee shop.
â And he said, "Well, the job was completed." And Heaven wouldn't hold it against me for not fulfilling my duty. To which, I corrected him. â With a breath, Aziraphale straightens his shoulders, spine finding itself rather erect. â I said it was not only my job to blow the horn, but also to DECIDE WHEN IT WOULD BE BLOWNâas part of... The Ineffable Plan, not to be mistaken for The Great Plan. â
â Naturally, he was confused, but I pressed the matter and asked him: Why do you think Armageddon never happened? Because it wasn't the right time! â
His fingertips tap the edge of the table in emphasis ( and mimicry of the very moment ).
â He asked if I had spoken to the Almighty about thisâif I had received Her direct wordâand I said, "Of course! Why else do you think I tried to reach Her and was so woefully disappointed that I got you? I had to be sure that that moment was the moment She told me about all those years ago. â
His lips stretch in a semblance of a smile.
â And I said that SHE WAS NONE TOO PLEASED with how it all happened, and that next timeâwhen Heaven sets out to wage war againâthey best wait for Her word, which will reach me first, so I may, um, blow the horn as it were. â
A bold-faced lie it was to give to The Metratronâthe very mouthpiece of Godâand yet, he did.
â Then... he stared at me. And we waited an awfully long moment together just looking at each other until a GREAT GUST OF WIND blew through the air, and he... oh, Crowley, he said, "I will await your word." And he left. â
Aziraphale exhales at last, glancing skyward again before gaze returns to Crowley, and he waits once more for the reply of the Almighty to his assertion.
But the world continues on. Servers bustling about. Forks clinking. Champagne bubbling. Angel and demon seated across from each other, dining at The Ritz.
â I think I told them THE WORLD CAN'T END until I say so. And given the windââ ( A mighty rushing wind not unlike that which blew through The Upper Room upon the descent of the Holy Spirit. ) â Well, I think he very well believed me. â
omg! so, one of the first things i noticed about your writing is how great you are with movement?? i can instantly feel the space being filled and how crowley moves through it. it's so natural and organic, too. like it just comes off as effortless. makes me want to study how you do it!
HART. there are too many wonderful things i can say about you! the vibes: immaculate! the writing: exquisite! the choices in muse and character design: flawless! my only critique is that we no longer have sammy đ. tragedy. he was truly one of a kind!! BUTâyou did introduce me to a new one! and got me to watch an ep of BM!! you're a staple for every dash imo. i cannot imagine being on here w/o you. squeezing you!
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"The Playbook contains every scam, con, hustle, hoodwink, gambit, flimflam, strategem and bamboozle I've ever used, or I've ever hoped to use, to pick up chicks and give 'em the business." â Barney Stinson, How I Met Your Mother
đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđđ đđđđđ, a Good Omens Playbook
đ, but also, add on some self love for you because that is important, mmk?
@mutuals send me a đ and ill compliment u!
u and azrael are sunshine! i'm looking forward to writing together more & getting to know your take. really curious to see what her effect will be on lucifer hahaha. but also the other muses! we'll have to get something going between az & az. eheheh. glad you're around and eager for more!
as for self-love, i'm just glad i made it through this school year, man. it was brutal at times, but i did it! proud of myself for that. also really proud of myself for the impact i made on some students. the education system sucks, but it's really those moments when something *clicks* for a kid that make it worth it. so clichĂŠ, but it's so real. so woooo!
no but really!! surely, you must have scooped up crowley when he was itty bitty and swallowed him or something because your dialogue?? whaâHOW! sometimes i'm just staring at the screen re-reading trying to figure out how you encapsulated a line -so damn well-.
also: special shout out to your writing DRUNK dialogue because i was mind boggled by how well you write him slurring words while keeping his meaning entirely intact and readable. and yet i know -exactly- how he's coming off. like! what?? incredible.
love all your GO takes too and eternally grateful for making him endure the horrendous asks that get sent his way. so glad to have you back around & love that we both poked our heads out of our foxholes at the same time!
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um, he's atlas. bearing the heavens on his shoulders. because no one else is gong to do it. no one else is going to do it because they care. or because they know what's best or what's rightâthe thing he's agonized and tormented himself over for millennia. what's good, anyway? what's evil? so many shades of gray. but he can't think about that right now because the weight of heaven requires total concentration. total focus. get distracted and the cracks start to show, and you think about your stupid gray suit. you think about beige, and you miss it. slow down and you remember how much your shoulders ache. so, you have to go fast. fast, fast, faster. what's too fast now? pls go too fast for meâyank me away! quick! like a table cloth! and maybe nothing will fall down. no, you can't think about that. you can't think about what you gave up to be in this position... holding all of heaven. all because the king of the gods said you would do that. he said it was a gift, but you both knew it was a punishment. you miss beige. and you miss yellow. you miss him.
WHEN ASKED WHAT ALL THAT WAS ABOUTâthe sudden and strange business with The MetatronâAziraphale had told Crowley, â Oh, nothing. Nothing at all! Shall we go somewhere? It's a bit... â
Mmmm-agh!
â Here. â
The coffee, with one single hefty jigger of almond syrup and one single barely noticeable sip missing, was placed upon an end table. And there it would stay until Miriam examined it forty-two minutes later. After a poke and a sniff, they were summoned back to Heaven posthaste, though they made sure to bring the coffee with themâSOUVENIR!
Now, Aziraphale sits across @xflashbastardx at a miraculously available breakfast table at the Ritz. The plump Cumberland sausage sits amidst eggs and grilled vegetables, utterly untouched, whilst he looks out the window for, well, he's not entirely sure what.
But a glass is poured next to him, and as bubbles of Barons de Rothschild race to the top of a champagne fluteâhe's not entirely sure if he ordered that or whenâAziraphale finally looks back at Crowley and blurts out, â I WAS OFFERED A JOB. â
He gulps, a touch of wince upon his face.
â By The Metatron. He offered me a position. To return. To Heaven. â Each addition is tacked on with emphasis, as though it would explain more of what's already been explained. â He askedâwell, he me to take up the position of Supreme Archangel. â
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i think my favorite version of this universe at the moment is where the final 15 & finale didnât happen. itâs literally⌠so much easier to write.