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aziraphale. principality angel. good omens (2019 tv show).

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a principality of heaven. an actual soft boy who just wants to save the world.

he’s an angel. he’s… uh… trying his best.

likes food and books more than a good angel should, but hey, that adds to his charm!

god allowed aziraphale to live from the apoco-nope and now it is isola’s problem!

hungry. all the time. give him good food. please.

fellas is it a qpr if you’ve been friends with a demon for 6000 years and are willing to defy both heaven and hell with him??? or is that just some kind of romance????

remember that one time he straight up lied to God? 

@ heaven, look what you did to a perfectly good angel. look at him, he’s got anxiety.

like lowkey being an angel in the good omens verse kinda sucks???

well, it sucks if you’re aziraphale! if you’re not aziraphale you’re probably well-more-liked in heaven! :)

luckily he’s got crowley by his side!!

Oh. Right. He wasn’t on Earth anymore. Not connected to Heaven in any way. Good lord, he had forgotten that he was still stuck here. He couldn’t even celebrate Christmas. Yet, maybe that was okay for this year. He could do his own thing and not feel entirely homesick. Home, as in Heaven, really. Where he was made. His entire purpose as a servant, warrior and messenger of the Lord.

There was really no need for such sadness around the holidays. He should feel happy. He should feel the love around him and give back love in return. All that mattered was what he was still safe and alright. He hadn’t Fallen by being here. If he could, he would pop back to earth and check on Crowley. The poor dear must be worried SICK about him. But, he was alright. Homesickness aside, he was alright.

just your local human. nothing new to see here. no angelness.

he still owns a little bookshop but no snake demons nor annoying archangels are poking around.

just. vibes in the background, honestly?

a middle aged looking man who just wants to drink hot coco and read.

actually willing to sell books to customers, though?

lives alone. 

There were many, many emotions swirling within being.  A cocktail made with a pinches of a little of everything- excited, overwhelmed, curious, anxious… There’s a lot to process, he’s heard of other angels existing, his mind wandered back briefly to everything he read, almost, religiously, trying to find out more about himself.  But in front of him, someone catching him completely by surprise.  “O-oh hello!”  He couldn’t help but smile, he wanted to say so much more than that.   Questions felt heavy on the tip of his tongue but in his own storm of emotions he could only utter out so much, his thoughts to frazzled to speak anything but basic script.  He started rubbing the back of his neck with one of his back hands, to sort of ease it, he hoped the other wouldn’t notice how clammy he suddenly got.  He tried to answer the others questions, in order.  “I..I think so!  You um…felt a presence?  Maybe we can get some tea-  O-or coffee!  to talk about it with, um…if tea wasn’t your thing?”   He was burning to ask a lot, to hear a lot.  He’s never met another angel before.  A drink always calmed his own nerves. 

This wasn’t a conversation Aziraphale would ever expect to be happening, yet. Here it was. Before he knew what was going on, he was offered a drink. A cuppa joe, or tea. Stunned into silence for a moment, the angel splutters  ❝E-Err, yes! Yes indeed, thank you. I’m sorry I just- ❞

He coughs for a moment, before falling into awkward silence. Ah yes, he was well-equipped to have conversations with another angel and or ethereal being. Clearly.  ❝I did! By product of my powers!❞ Gaining back some of his confidence, Aziraphale grins. ❝I hope I’m right! I don’t want to intrude or anything, but, well, you know. Things like this happen!❞

Well, besides being held in a interdimesional city and happening upon an angel out of the blue, anyway.

❝I want hot chocolate! It’s soooo lovely and one of the best parts of this time of year! Sometimes I put sprinkles on top.❞

❝I’m surprised someone hasn’t asked me what my “gender is” yet.❞

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Gasp! This holy presence that wasn’t coming from Aziraphale himself! Was there another angel here?! Azirphale couldn’t believe it. He thought he was the only one. Giddy with... excitement(?) the angel follows the trail of a holy presence - faint, but resonating. There was no way! Was Heaven aware that he was here? Did they find him? Did they send another angel to collect him? The excitement melted away into anxiety at these thoughts. He didn’t want to see Gabriel. He would have his two ears talked off for an entire millennia. 

As he approached the ethereal(?) person, Aziraphale’s scrambled mess of feelings only increased. What should he feel? Awe? Amazement? Fraternity for another of his kind? Fear? 

*pkmn the series starters.

@eliminatorleck asked: “Everybody’s got secrets hidden in their closet.”

Oh, no, no no no. Aziraphale was NOT going to dignify this with a response. He was an angel. He was perfect. There was no secrets to him. He is an openly honest being, thank you very much!

Besides the consumption of food, being too soft for active service, fraternizing with the enemy, indulging in wine and book-reading, there is no skeletons in this angel’s metaphorical closet.

Except there is. Despite him not wanting to address this comment, Aziraphale finds himself blabbering meaningless platitudes of self-defense.

❝Oh, um... I suppose. Not me though. I am a... higher being. I cannot have secrets. It’s literally part of my job description to be as openly transparent as possible.❞

*pkmn the series starters.

@temperateskies asked:  “When you have lemons, you make lemonade; and when you have rice, you make rice balls.”

The sentiment came out of nowhere, and Aziraphale was confused for a minute. Both lemonade and rice balls sounded good right now. Oh bless it all, now Aziraphale was hungry! Curse his human corporation for needing food, while Aziraphale himself didn’t need to eat. 

*pkmn the series starters.

@bashfullygreen asked: “If anybody’s out there, you can come out. And if you’re a monster or a ghost, you can stay where you are.”

Oops. Busted. Aziraphale shyly poked his head out from his hiding place, looking all innocent-like. There was no way he could explain his snooping around logically. “Oh yes, please pardon me I’m actually an angel and trying to find someone to talk to so I can get my miracle-ing powers back!” A shy smile is in full view as he fully steps into the light. An angelic glow could be felt if this person was well-versed in the ethereal. 

❝Oh, uhm, hello! I’m sorry, did I startle you?❞ That’s kind of an understatement...   ❝I’m neither a ghost nor monster, though, so there’s no need to be afraid!❞ He’s really doing the “be-not-afraid” thing that Biblically-accurate angels are known for. Except he’s not a swirling mass of eyes and multiple heads. 

Tall and broad shouldered, he carries himself above all else. Even with the limits of the island’s masters, Nrvnqsr believes himself to be–and in many ways is–a being greater and grander than many others. Those that are blind to his truth would simply find him to be an eccentric professor. 

Those who can sense his true nature, however, would be staring at a heterogenous collection of souls, all aligned to occupy the same form, to think and feel of the same mind. 

All 666 of them. 

It takes him a moment more to recompose himself, collecting the few ecology books he’d been carrying from the ground. Brushing them off gently, and tucking it beneath the arm. Overall, he’s indifferent about the collision, and more intrigued about what the other is. 

The holy aura, however, puts him a little on edge. 

“No harm possible. Your apology has been accepted.”  

“If you’re the clumsy sort, you best be careful with the winter coming. The weather here can be rather inconsistent depending on the year.” 

❝Duly noted!❞ Inconsistent weather? Ah, that’s a shock to him. Living in Great Britain got him used to particular weather patterns. But clearly, this wasn’t Great Britain! He wondered what the winter would bring. Snow? Ice? Freezing temperatures? All of these things are tolerable. He’s not a cold-blooded snake demon after all.

Wait, there was something said before the weather. The apology being accepted - oh, he almost didn’t hear that. So was he so swept up in his relief, that is.  ❝Oh, um, thank you.❞ Thank goodness he hadn’t harmed him or -

or the books.

You know, all things considered - he was alright. Sure, he may have shed a few feathers out of anxiety (did birds do that or what just an Aziraphale the angel thing?) but besides being awkwardly placed as a demon’s roommate, Aziraphale was... slowly getting used to being at only a quarter of angelic power.

What he couldn’t handle, however, where the other residents here.

What shocked him wasn’t the blue hair. Humans dyed their hair all sort of unnatural colors all the time. It was the fact that this woman had cat ears. As far as he knew, it was past Halloween, wasn’t it? He figures he shouldn’t judge. He’s the angel here. Wings spread out (oh Lord don’t laugh), a feather fell from it. The angel picked it up off and twirled it in his fingers. Was this person more human than cat? Who knew.  ❝Oh, hello! Um, I’m not a bird. Were you... uh... staring at my wings?❞