This is a Master Post where you can find info about the fics I have published on AO3 so far! They’re not many, but they’re all written with love 🫶 (and sweat and tears, occasionally).
On AO3, you will find:
Pages About You, Pages About Me (M), 234K words, COMPLETE
Summary: There's a new shopkeeper on Whickber Street! The newcomer is a comic book seller named Anthony Crowley, a flamboyant character who blasts heavy metal music at full volume, and whose shop is a chaotic mess. Far too boisterous for Aziraphale's delicate nerves.
Their two worlds will clash in the eternal battle between books and comic books. Aziraphale is determined to convert Crowley to the world of literature, a glaring gap in his life; Crowley, on the other hand, is set on broadening Aziraphale’s horizons by introducing him to the world of graphic novels. Will they manage to win each other over?
There’s also a Reading List related to this fic! 📚
Even if Werewolves (M), 25K words, WIP
Summary: Azlan meets Ant on a summer evening and is mesmerized by the sweet music coming out of Ant’s bari sax. Azlan’s instinct tells him that this is not just love at first sight—it’s destiny! But how can Azlan find the courage to tell the enchanting sax player that he’s a werewolf?
This story is a Werewolf AU of a GO Human AU! The original fanfic is In His Hand a Burning Coal, by our beloved @klikandtuna! If you haven’t read her work yet, check it out! It’s amazing. And make sure to check out the profiles of the other authors who have joined forces to bring this baby to life!
Summary: Anthony runs The Serpent’s Spine, a radical bookshop tucked into a corner of Dalston—a haven for anarchists, queer kids, and anyone who still believes in fighting back. Locals call him “the Serpent of Dalston”: sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and just dangerous enough to be left alone.
Ezra paints in the quiet hours of the night under the name “Aziraphale”—an anonymous street artist known for breathtaking murals of angels and half-remembered Edens. His work has gone viral more than once, but no one knows his face. He plans to keep it that way.
One speaks in sharp truths, the other in silence and brushstrokes. Neither of them is looking for connection—but their two worlds collide when Ezra enters The Serpent’s Spine looking for books about art.
A story about resistance, hidden identities, and falling in love in a world that keeps trying to tear you apart.
There’s also a Reading List related to this fic! 📚
And a Playlist! 🎧🎶
Becoming Real (G), 30K words, One-shot
Summary: When Tony Crow retreats to a small town to outrun a crippling writer’s block, he doesn’t expect to find himself drawn into the quiet orbit of Ezekiel, Mitford’s steady, gentle priest—or into the life of James, an eight-year-old boy waiting out a bureaucratic impasse before joining his new family.
Over ten winter days, Tony discovers that children don’t arrive alone—they arrive with storms. And sometimes, if you’re very lucky, they leave behind something that makes you Real.
A soft, Christmassy AU about chosen family and finding home where you least expect it.
I will get the urge to watch this one scene sometimes - I mean, I start it at the "DO SOMETHING", naturally, and let it run until Adam confronts Satan - but there is just something about the whole sequence that makes my heart race and my stomach flip. It's how unified Aziraphale and Crowley are and how it shows us that despite the charade, they are so in sync and want the same thing. And the music and the way it all builds adds to it for sure. Plus, I love seeing their wings out and them in full angel and demon mode, but also, seeing just how powerful they are and how much they care. It's up there as one of my absolute favourite scenes, I love it so much.
After last week’s cliffhanger, we find out more about why Gabriel didn’t show up at the meeting! There’s been a lot of speculation, but mostly worry.
Oh, and before you dig in: I updated the total number of chapters! As anticipated, I had to shuffle a few events and split a chapter, so we just gained three weeks worth of content! I hope you’ll enjoy what’s in store. ✨
An excerpt 👇
By eleven o'clock, neither of them has suggested trying to contact Gabriel, even though doing nothing is bloody unbearable.
The decision had really been made in the small hours, when they'd finally left the warehouse alongside everyone else, exhausted, worried and feeling quietly defeated. Whatever had happened, sending messages now felt reckless. If Gabriel had merely missed the meeting, there was nothing to lose by waiting. If something more serious had happened… Then every attempt to reach him risked making a bad situation even worse.
So they wait. And waiting, Anthony discovers, is somehow worse than knowing. At least certainty gives you something solid to shove against. Uncertainty simply seeps into every available space until there's nothing else left.
His imagination has spent the entire morning manufacturing possibilities, some merely unpleasant, others growing steadily darker the longer he sits with them: Gabriel deciding he'd had second thoughts would be inconvenient. Gabriel deciding the risk had become too great would be disappointing. Gabriel being found out is something else entirely.
Because if Gabriel has been discovered, the questions start breeding immediately. How much does the Met know? How much can they actually prove? And how far are they prepared to go?
Then comes the worst question of all: would Gabriel be able to withstand that kind of pressure if it came to it?
Anthony hates himself a little for even thinking it, but he knows enough about Gabriel's past not to dismiss the possibility outright. The thought leaves a bitter taste coating the back of his tongue.
He glances across the shop towards Ezra. That question is chewing away at his skull too. It's there in his posture, in the way he moves carefully, as though each step has to be weighed before he commits to it.
Anthony is just about to call his angel over and wrap him in a hug when his phone vibrates against the wooden countertop.
The sound is barely audible. It still hits like a gunshot. His heart lurches so violently he nearly flinches away from the phone.
Ezra's head snaps round at once. "What is it?"
Anthony is already looking at the screen. The name staring back at him isn't Gabriel.
And to celebrate, here’s a little treat for everyone: the Painted Playlist!
(Only available on Spotify, at the moment—working for an alternative!)
These are all the songs and scores that inspired me while writing, the ones that, in my opinion, tell a bit about Anthony and Ezra’s story and internal struggles.
There’s a bit of everything, speaking of genre, though most is rock/punk and synth. It’s 95% made of songs in English, though there’s a bit of Italian, French, Japanese, and even Ukrainian popping here and there.
The songs are in no particular order, I just kept adding them during these last few months as they came to mind. It’s best listened to on shuffle mode! So that you get a bit of screaming but a bit of melancholy too.
It’s 6hrs worth of music already, but I might add some songs every now and then.
I hope you’ll enjoy it. 🖤
And thanks again for being the amazing readers that you are! ✨
there are a lot of Extremely Married moments in good omens, but I maintain that the Most Married moment is when crowley says out of nowhere, “ducks! they’re what water slides off.” and aziraphale heaves a deeply put-upon sigh and says, “….just drive the car.”
a close runner up is when Aziraphale wants to do magic at Warlock’s birthday party and Crowley just goes, “Make you disappear”, and Aziraphale’s not put out in the slightest
This post is going to be long and is going to dive into my (non-scientific) thoughts about the Good Omens Series Finale and the subsequent fandom fracture, including thoughts on behaviors of fans and specifically a call to action for fandom community leaders (server owners, event organizers, Tumblr Community creators, etc.). It will touch on some of the more triggering head canons that have come out of the Good Omens fandom regarding the series, but we will not be diving into those.
This is going to be long, and anyone who comments without reading the whole thing with takes about how I'm wrong/condescending/stupid for liking the finale/whatever is going to be blocked on sight. This is mostly me just getting my thoughts out and frankly I'm not interested in debating with the kinds of people who have been crawling into my ask box with hatred. I have better ways to spend my time.
So, I've been thinking thoughts since May 13th, but recently these thoughts have really crystalized for me. I largely have to thank whatever anon(s) keep sending some really fascinating takes plus the sock puppet account screaming on one of my posts, as well as watching folks interact and behave in large Good Omens Discord server spaces.
I think there's currently this thought process that there are really two main GO camps in the fandom: those who loved the finale, and those who did not. And somewhere there is a middle of group of those who are "unsure." I would like to challenge this idea.
And in challenging it, I am specifically going to talk about the death of nuance in how people relate to stories and media.
What I've realized is that a lot of folks seem to think that those of us who like the ending, or have positive feelings towards it, all think it's a happy ending. This is not true. I know this is not true because, frustrated by the state of fandom, I started @gomens-timeaftertime, a Discord Server (TAT) for folks who liked the Series Finale. This is a "small" server of 100 people only because I have put a membership limit on it. Otherwise based on how we've had to kick people who were not active, the number of requests I have to join, and folks who were interested in participating in our Warm Close event but hesitant to join a Discord Server, TAT would be a lot larger if I had the bandwidth to moderate more people. Which I don't. So.
But the point is, in TAT the takes on the Series Finale are wildly varied. There are several people who found the ending to be a happy one (lots of reincarnation, snow globe, multi-verse, sort of head canons there). There are as many people who found the ending to be a sad one (Aziraphale and Crowley as we know them are gone, the world as we knew it is over, and similar head canons).
And these are all people who still enjoyed the ending and are having a great time Slorching about. We are picking apart details, putting together fan events, screaming, analyzing and when we complain, because we do complain, our complaints are largely focused on the loss of 6 full episodes. Because I think no matter what you thought of the ending, we can all agree that that deserved 6 episodes and fuck NG and fuck Amazon for all the shit that took that away from us.
The conclusion that one can draw from such a varied group is that the ending of Good Omens S3 is complicated. It can be interpreted in a myriad of different ways, and it is, in the most Good Omens sense, an ending steeped in shades of grey.
Which I find, personally, to be beautiful.
Anyway, "sad" has not been equated to "bad" within this community. We leave space for those who are mourning, but they still jump on the "Ice Cream Truck Bentley's eyes FOLLOW HER PAPA" excitement train.
Therefore it's my belief that the issue amongst the larger fandom is that there are some people who are of the opinion that sad/uncomfortable = bad. Bad writing, bad production, bad directing, bad. These are the folks who hurl accusations such as S3 being a "bury your gays" ending when the finale explicitly ends with a married queer presenting couple sitting in a house they presumably own and being sweet together. They also are writing break downs of how the ending is an abusers final gotcha, ignoring years of interviews and comments from NG, STP, Rob Wilkins, Rhianna Pratchett, and more all confirming that the ending has existed for a long time, and that it is a collaborative ending between the two writers, and that the goal had always been between NG and the Pratchett Estate, to deliver. Also it ignores that said abuser wrote the ending before his abuse was made public, so he had no reason to write a final "gotcha" when at the time he was still working under the assumption he would not be found out and he would still continue to create more and more series (Sandman comes to mind, but also fuck NG).
Folks are picking and choosing what interviews to include in their defense of "this is clearly a Bad Thing" instead of coming to terms with the fact that the ending was not what they expected, and that is disappointing. They point at the genre labels (a deeply flawed labeling system of stories across media types meant to promote marketing and sales and not actually indicative of the story content itself). They point at specific quotes and ignore full interviews (specifically interviews where the contradictions are addressed as information previously NDA'd or unpromised was intentionally kept under wraps). They invent thoughts on how the entertainment industry works (there is no secret cabal trying to personally victimize you in the writers room, and frankly if this was a cash grab, they would've gone with a less divisive ending). They applaud someone for taking an illegal recording of an unaware actor who is making a glib remark (and let it be known, having worked in the industry: actors know what you're looking for pretty quickly when you ask them questions and will not hesitate to say whatever they think will keep themselves safe, "on your side" and make you go away faster, especially if they are under the impression that they are not be recorded).
In sum, these "fans" are using their personal interpretation (aka: head canon) of an intentionally complicated ending, and justifying the vitriol and disrespect they are spilling on other fans, the cast, the crew, the creators, the Estate, and more, by saying that the ending was, unequivocally "bad" and anyone who doesn't agree with them is wrong, stupid, an abuse apologist, and more.
Because why? Because it wasn't a clear cut happy ending? We know that the finale was already adjusted to fit the times (Jesus showing up as a celebrity on a giant plane has very different vibes in 2026 than in 1996.) So we know that this ending was conjured during a different time. And while the time we are currently living in is harder, increasing the desire for more uncomplicated happy endings, that doesn't mean we are entitled to such endings.
So okay, there's all of that.
Let's talk more about the fandom fracture.
Because the thing is, when the finale came out, I was a community leader in some large fandom spaces. And as someone who truly loved the ending (I love how complicated it is, I love that it is both gut wrenching [Michael destroyed their universe, and they decided to accept it to free themselves, and that means they are gone] and uplifting [fuck me am I a slut for soul mates and reincarnation tropes. They found each other again in a different life, a real life, without the movie framing, the found each other and got to make their own choices, and fuck that's what it is to escape a fucked up system and live, truly live, wow, does this mean they keep going and keep finding each other again and again? It must]) it was incredibly difficult for me to sit and watch people not just be sad, but be angry.
And this is where I think as a fandom we fucked up.
In trying to give space to those who were grieving a complicated ending, and the end of an era, and a show that should've gotten 6 hours, not 90 minutes, we legitimized those who decided "sad" and "not what I wanted to see" equals "bad writing/production/directing." In doing so, we gave them the space to come up with conspiracy theories ("not STP's ending", you know, a dead man who can't speak for himself, and I guess we can say fuck you to his living loved ones who fought for this ending?, "NG wants to abuse us all", I cannot even with this one it is so deeply insulting to his actual assault victims. Stop., "NG actually had a different ending in mind, and the six episode script will prove it", ... what.)
In doing this, we harmed the rest of the fandom, both those who enjoyed the ending and fell more towards the bittersweet to happy interpretation of the ending, as well as those who actually needed the space to process and just thought it was a sad ending, without ascribing bad to it.
So when I say things like "you're allowed to just...not like the ending" this is not me saying that the ending was happy, actually, get over it. Nor is it me saying you gotta buck up and smile. Its me saying you should take a step back and look at this ending more objectively. Do you actually hate the ending? Or did it just make you sad? It can be both! You can hate the ending because it made you sad and you wanted to be happy--but then that's on you to grapple with. No one went out to "do" this to you. No one went "You know what, let's make this a sad ending specifically to ruin this person's life." It's just a story, and sometimes stories have sad endings. And frankly, this is why I often tell people I don't "do" in progress media. My anxiety struggles with cliff hangers and I absolutely read the wiki summary before committing to a thing to make sure the ending is going to be what I want it to be. Good story telling can hurt and sometimes I'm into it. And sometimes, I'm not.
And maybe if it just made you sad, you should think about distancing yourself from communities where people are mad. Because it's okay to be sad about an ending meant to be complicated and at least a little sad (if not more). But that doesn't mean you've gotta throw the whole thing, including your fandom community, in the trash too. It does mean that maybe you need to take a more active stance against those who are insisting that their head canon is the only "correct" interpretation of the ending, are throwing around incredibly triggering topics around without care because that's part of their head canon, and are, at the end of the day, disrespecting and hating on the people who made a story.
Frankly, those aren't the kind of people you should want to be in a community with anyway. Misery loves company, and if you're sad, maybe don't hang out with the folks who are mad, they aren't going to help you feel better. And I say that as someone who is mourning the end of some incredible friendships because people who I thought would never have been absolutely engaging in some frankly disturbing behaviors.
In sum: there are so many ways to interpret the Good Omens ending, whether you're looking at the Television Series ending or the Book ending (I mean come on the book ends with them discussing the "big one" and it is not clear which side Crowley thinks they are on, humans or not humans). This kind of shades of grey, wait 20 years and come back again and see how it's changed, ending is precisely the kind of story telling I'd expect out of either STP (GNU) or NG (rot).
And if we're going to preserve the community that has become so important to us, then yes. We need to stop letting the loudest (not the majority, just the loudest) people trample the joy of our community. We need to hold them up to better fandom etiquette: no yucking other people's yum, kink-tomato, all that doesn't just apply to NSFW works, it also applies to "My head canon is different than yours, and you gotta stop shoving your deeply triggering take down my throat without a content warning." We've got to be more firm in that the very existence of Asa and Anthony is not, actually, something that should be spoilered because they are the result of suicide because that is a head canon, not a fact.
And frankly, if you want your communities, your big servers, your whatever, to live on, you've got to take this seriously. Your mod teams have to agree that, personal feelings about the ending aside, the ending is open to a multitude of interpretations, there is no space for conspiracy theories that are harmful or disrespectful to cast, crew, actual NG victims, etc, in these spaces, and that these spaces are meant to come together in celebration of the story, not to complain about how much something sucked. If you want your spaces to survive, to not become cesspools of the worse kind of feedback loops, you've got to make sure there's more joy than hate.
And if you're "in the middle" maybe take a step back from the loud voices and ask yourself: Are you in the middle? Or did something make you sad and the loud voices are trying to convince you that means that thing must not be any good at all?
I know I already reblogged this once. I didn't think I had anything to add, but it turns out that I do.
CW for discussion of mental illness and suicidal ideation below the cut.
One of the most disturbing reactions I saw to the GO finale, was people who felt suicidal over it.
I struggle with mental illness. I'm medically diagnosed with anxiety and major depression. Self-diagnosed with PTSD, possibly cPTSD as an abuse survivor. I have experienced suicidal ideation.
At 40 years old, after a lot of self-help and a string of therapists, I finally saw a pychiatrist and started medication.
I'm USAmerican. I know the shithole that is our medical system, the price-gouging of the pharmaceutical and insurance industries, and worst of all, actual hospital billing of uninsured patients.
As fans or former fans of the show, we have a duty to care for each other.
And yes, that duty of care includes giving people space to be sad, and room to grieve in all of its myriad emotions. Anger is a legitimate part of grief.
We ALSO have a duty of care to push back against harmful headcanons.
So, as someone who experiences these things, here is my advice:
If you have access to therapy, even a hotline / help line, please use it. If you can, talk about how you feel about the finale with a professional.
If you have a prescription for medication, stay on your medications. If you need to call your psychiatrist to adjust the dose or add a supplemental med, DO THAT.
To the extent that you can, practice self-management. Tumblr and AO3 are full of actual, legitimate grounding exercises (perhaps most popular is the 5 senses one). Any of us who have experienced intrusive thoughts, have experience resisting them. Challenge yours. Ask yourself why. Consider other (less-traumatic) interpretations. Keep a mind open to these other possibilities. Tweak your block list as needed for your mental health.
To the extent that you can, when you feel up to it, look after each other. It's legitimate in fandom to acknowledge: "Yes, that is one way of looking at it, but consider these others..."
Honest questions and genuine dialogue are great ways to interact. We do not have to think alike to care about each other. When you are open to listening, please do ask genuine, open questions, and consider what people say. When you do so, recall that as split as fandom currently is, it may take more than 24 hours for someone to have a good, different perspective for you. Do not give up immediately.
Gosh! This is such an incredible addition to this post. Thank you so much for sharing!
I do also want to add, regardless of where you live in the world, if you are two months out from watching the series finale and are still struggling to eat, sleep, stop crying or otherwise function normally because of the things the finale made you feel, this is not healthy or normal. I'm saying that because I'm seeing far to many people admitting to that online.
And I DO care for you as a human being which is why I am begging you to step away from the people who are screaming anger, and use the resources above to get help. Just talk to someone IRL about how you're doing and why. It is so, so, so important. We live in a hard fucking world, and it sucks when something we love doesn't go the way we expected it to.
I need you as a human to still be in this world though, because you matter. So I need you to take care of yourself and find support.
Thank you so much for all the love y’all poured in the comments section of last week’s chapter! It filled my heart with joy. I’m so happy y’all loved it. I can’t quite describe how much. 💗
I don’t want to hold y’all here though, because there’s a lot going on here, and I want y’all to dig right in! No CWs here either, so dig in!
An excerpt 👇
The morning passes in the pleasantly chaotic way mornings often do: a regular comes in looking for an out-of-print collection of feminist essays Anthony has been unsuccessfully trying to track down for nearly three months. A university student spends twenty minutes standing in front of the anarchism section while very conspicuously pretending not to be interested in the anarchism section. Somebody leaves three flyers advertising a tenants' rights workshop.
Somebody else comes in asking for directions to St Jude's. Anthony has noticed that happening more and more lately. At first he hadn't thought much of it. Now it happens several times a day, every day.
The church's name seems to drift through conversations the way the bookshop's once did. People mention legal clinics, community meals, support groups, workshops, mutual aid projects. A dozen different things taking root beneath that old stone roof.
For years, activists have ended up here by default—The Serpent's Spine has been a hub because there simply hasn't been anywhere else. Now there is.
Anthony is still adjusting to that. Not in a bad way—just in a strange one. It feels rather like discovering a child you've raised has suddenly grown old enough not to need you every five minutes. Pride and relief sit alongside something else he can't quite put a name to.
The bell above the door rattles again.
"Morning," he calls automatically from behind the counter, not looking away from the invoice he's currently attempting to bully into making sense.
A pair of trainers scuff lightly against the floorboards. Anthony finishes scribbling a note in the margin before finally lifting his head.
A young man has stepped inside, hesitating briefly while his eyes adjust to the dimmer light of the shop. Early twenties, perhaps. Dark hair. Backpack slung over one shoulder. Nervous energy practically radiating off him. The expression of somebody who has entered a bookshop with a specific purpose and then found himself completely overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of books.
Anthony recognises the type immediately. The poor sod clearly means to be here, but is currently debating whether to leg it or commit and venture deeper into the snake's den.
The young man wanders a short distance inside before approaching the counter. "Er—hi."
Anthony rests his elbows on the worn wood. "Bold opening."
The young man blinks. "What?"
"'Hi'," Anthony repeats. "Not exactly your strongest material, mate, but I'll allow it."
For a second the young man looks alarmed. Then he realises Anthony is taking the piss and laughs. The nervousness eases almost immediately. "Right. Sorry."
Anthony instantly likes him a little more simply because he doesn't seem remotely put off by the dry humour. "Don't worry too much. Most people start with something worse."
That earns another laugh.
Anthony smiles despite himself. The kid seems all right.
The customer adjusts his backpack on his shoulder. "I was looking for a book, actually."
"Excellent news. We're still technically a bookshop," Anthony replies, gesturing broadly towards the shelves bursting with books, the tables buried beneath stacks, and, well, the general abundance of everything.
The young man shakes his head, grinning now. "Do you happen to have a copy of The Fire Next Time?"
Anthony's eyebrows lift in mock surprise. He's not surprised in the slightest, but he rather prides himself on being a seasoned actor. The corner of his mouth twitches. "Funny you should mention that."
The young man frowns slightly.
Anthony pushes himself up from behind the counter. "Come on."
Chapter 3 of Poor Brutus With Himself At War is up!
have a little taste of the mischief:
All at once Alexander’s binder felt too tight, his lungs fighting to expand for a shallow, shaky breath. “N-no, Cassius,” he stammered, transfixed by Anthony’s close, intense gaze. “For the eye sees not itself but by reflection, by…” he forced himself to smile warmly and knowingly as a lover might, “...some other things.” It took every ounce of his willpower to not lean in, not bring their lips together.
Thankfully, Anthony had to look at the script for his next line, momentarily releasing him from that heated gaze to snatch a glance at the pages clutched in Alexander’s white-knuckled hand. He scrambled to inwardly compose himself, reminding himself that this was acting and he needed to stay in character.
Hope your week has been good. If not, I hope this chapter will cheer you up! This chapter is very dear to me, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it even just half as much as I loved writing it!
This chapter comes with a Content Warning: E-rated SMUT ahead! I’m really curious to know your opinions about it. 🔥
An excerpt 👇
The steps leading up to the church are still crowded with tokens of people who’ve visited. Flowers lie scattered across the stone in thick clusters of colour, some fresh, others beginning to wilt at the edges beneath the weight of newer offerings. White masks rest amongst them like strange devotional objects, carefully arranged against the walls or propped against the lower steps. Handwritten notes peek out from between bouquets. Ribbons flutter softly in the night breeze. Someone has tucked photographs into the cracks between the stones. Someone else has scattered paper stars amongst the flowers, tiny constellations spread across the steps.
The collection has long since outgrown anything that could reasonably be called a memorial. It feels closer to a shrine now, though Anthony suspects Ezra would absolutely loathe that description.
People keep bringing things. It’s as if they can't help themselves. Every few days, the Host clears enough space to keep the entrance accessible, and every few days more flowers appear. More masks. More letters. More offerings left behind by people who had listened to Aziraphale's speech and found themselves needing to leave something in return.
In the glow of the streetlamps, the white masks seem almost luminous amongst the flowers—hundreds of silent faces turned towards the church. The sight still unsettles Anthony in ways he struggles to articulate. Not because of what people have left behind, but because of what it means. All of this started with two people painting walls in the middle of the night. And somehow it became this.
Before he can think himself into a bloody existential crisis, something else catches his eye: the church doors are slightly ajar, warm light spilling out across the steps.
Anthony frowns. "Why are the floodlights already on?"
Ezra's expression turns a bit sly. "No reason."
Anthony stops walking. "Ezra."
"No reason at all."
"Angel."
Ezra's smile broadens.
That’s when Anthony realises something’s very definitely going on. He huffs and rolls his eyes. "Oh, for fuck's sake."
Ezra gives a small shrug and continues up the steps. "What? It was meant to be a surprise."
Anthony grunts but follows him automatically. "I hate being surprised."
Ezra climbs another few steps before turning around, one eyebrow shooting upwards in profound disbelief. "Oh, come off it. You love it when people subvert your expectations. You like being thrown off balance."
Anthony folds his arms. "I absolutely do not."
The corners of Ezra's mouth curl into the smallest, most insufferably smug smile imaginable. "Then how on earth have I ended up here?"
Anthony opens his mouth. Closes it again. Unfortunately, Ezra has a point. Which is deeply irritating.
Before Anthony can come up with a suitable rebuttal, Ezra steps behind him. Anthony is turning more and more suspicious by the second. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Ezra says in the least convincing tone of innocence ever produced by a human being.
"That’s clearly not true. You're doing something." Anthony replies, the ‘S’ nearly coming out as a hiss. Not because he's rattled. If anything, he's experiencing the most infuriating variety of curiosity imaginable. Goddamn Ezra is always right.
A pair of warm hands settle gently but firmly over his eyes. Anthony lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Christ."
"Just trust me, darling," Ezra says, with only the faintest trace of exasperation in his voice.
"This is generally how people end up murdered," Anthony shoots back.
Ezra laughs quietly behind him. The sound softens something inside Anthony despite himself.
"Come on," Ezra says, and Anthony can still hear the smile in his voice.
Anthony allows himself to be guided. He feels the uneven stone beneath his feet. Feels the splintered wood of the church door beneath his fingertips. Hears its familiar groan as it swings open. Smells old stone and dust and paint. Lots of paint.
Then the door closes behind them. The sound lands differently—the building no longer echoes it back with emptiness. Anthony can feel the presence of occupied space all around him, can sense people have lived and worked here. Built something. But he can't properly make sense of any of it with Ezra's bloody hands still covering his eyes.
Chapters 1 and 2 for my Summer Omens Big Bang fic are up!
Featuring art by the FABULOUS @hogs-and-ham!! Isn't it gorgeous??
Rating: E
Tags: Human Road Trip AU, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Crowley POV, Pining, Music/Playlists, Americana, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Eventual Smut (They're switches, bitches), Love Confessions, Happy Ending, more tags on the fic!
Summary:
Self-proclaimed daredevil Anthony Crowley is pretty content with his life - he's got a great job as a journalist at the Celestial Observer, he spends his free time chasing the next adrenaline rush, and he has some really great friends, including the fussy and endearing Aziraphale Fell.
There's just one small problem - Crowley is smitten with Aziraphale, and Aziraphale is engaged to someone else. How will our hero cope?
When an opportunity arises for Crowley to travel and write reviews for vacation properties owned by Eden Holdings, Inc., he jumps at the chance. Crowley decides to invite Aziraphale along on his trip, both to help Crowley write the articles and to celebrate Aziraphale's upcoming wedding. Aziraphale almost doesn’t agree to go - but at the last second, and for reasons he doesn’t share with Crowley, Aziraphale changes his mind.
While on the road Aziraphale and Crowley grow closer than ever as they travel to amusement parks, mountainside and beachside resorts, and a cabin deep in the Great Smoky Mountains. Revelations are had, secrets are finally shared, and both Aziraphale and Crowley are taken on a journey of self-discovery that leaves them forever changed.
LEGO Lord Archduke Slorch the Vile (and his Heavenly, but certainly not angelic Husband)
Yeah, I'm still struggling with the fandom fallout after GO3 and haven't exactly felt like sharing all my new GO3 LEGO babies in the aftermath, but *gritting my teeth* these babies deserve some love and I hope that there are enough fans left here who will appreciate them *looking around warily*?
If you do, please give them some love. If you don't, just ignore this post and please don't hurt my babies' feelings with any spiteful comments. Seriously, they're trying so hard to bring some joy to this fandom, please don't tread on them. *glares glarefully at anyone even thinking about hurting my babies* Thank you very much!
That being said *putting down the teeny-tiny LEGO shovel*, please enjoy our Ineffable Spouses, sharing an intimate moment (yeah, we wish, I know)!
I bet that Crowley in this wonderful Aziraphale-gifted version of his dream wife Heaven outift must have helped their husband to get dressed up down for his important business trip to Hell, right? Also, still wondering if there was some tartan hidden somewhere... tartan pants maybe? 😉
For additional pictures and some ramblings about the creation of those two idiots, including credit for the "store-bought" parts...
Honestly, I love these ridiculous costumes to pieces! It's not stated explicitly, but still strongly implied that Aziraphale must have miracled up this exact color-inverted replica of Crowley's usual outfit, right down to all the little details, like the snake skin boots and the snake belt!
Seriously, Crowley's torso was relatively easy to design for me, because it is a copy of his usual outfit, so I dug up my old torso design file and edited the hell out of it (literally) before getting it printed on a Tan LEGO torso. The rounded bottom part of his jacket covering the hips was meticulously cut and folded out of painted paper. The colours actually match better than it looks in these pictures.
The boots were giving me the biggest challenge here! I could not just have them printed on some LEGO legs, because I wanted to use those longer custom legs by Leyilebrick, the only valid option for Crowley in those bloody tight jeans, imo. Ahem.
So, yeah, recreating snake skin boots in LEGO minifigure scale? Shoot me now! Well, the results are far from perfect, but I tried my best. It really would have helped to have hi-res screencaps, but I still haven't found any, so most of the creative process was squinting at blurry enlarged images, a huge dose of 'best guess' and a lot of swearing! Oh, also acrylic markers and masking tape, of course! 🤷
Crowley's hair used to be this custom hairpiece before I painted the hell out of it. Unfortunately it's not available anymore. I'd love to get my hands on more of those pieces for other versions of Crowley!
Credit for the head goes to Minifigs.me! I bought and "beheaded" their Prince of Darkness minifigure, because those round golden sunglasses looked like a great match! I might have taken a teeny-tiny bit of secret pleasure in this act of revenge on behalf of some mistreated bat(s). *looking around innocently* 🦇
Ah, Lord Archduke Slorch the Vile, my beloved! Seriously, this costume is so horrible I can't help but love it! How, and I mean how the fuck, could Aziraphale come off genuinely intimidating in this ridiculous Joker mock-up?! Thank you for your acting skills, Michael Sheen! 🤡
People who know me and my bloody annoying perfectionism had a good laugh at my struggle to not get anything about this one perfect. Let his face be smudged. Let his teeth be sharp, but don't try to fix them any further. Let those silver chains dangle crookedly. Let his half gloves look ragged. Use the most ugly colours for his hairpiece (taken from this minifig) and don't worry about a smooth finish. Let his coat and shoulder pads look torn. Let him look horrible and own it! A Master of the Secret Torments, indeed! *still apologizing to my inner Monk who died a million times in the process of making this minifigure*
Anyway, I'm really grateful I had at least one BTS picture to work with here. Slorch's clompy (why isn't that an official word?) boots are hilarious! Initially I used some off-brand legs with printed boots and added some 1x1 plates for the high soles, but it didn't look that great. In addition those legs were too loose for the LEGO hips with the silver belt, making the whole figure fall over again and again, so I ultimately ditched those and just stole a pair of Crowley's long legs (the husbands really don't mind sharing). Since all the printed details from the other legs were almost completely hidden by the coat anyway, this solution works for me.
"Credit" for the head and torso: I took this Joker head and this LEGO torso and ruined modified the shit out of them! No idea if the way I painted the face is suggestion enough of the big mismatched nose, but whatever. Fun fact: if you'd pull off Lord Slorch's coat, you might still find the HARES OF HAVOC print on the backside, which I found too funny to remove! 🐇
All the dangly bits around the hips, the coat itself with its shoulder pads, and the chains dangling form the collar are made of masking tape and painted with acrylic markers. The spiked collar around the neck used to be on of these boring LEGO neck collars before I repurposed it lovingly! 🔪
Hopefully I didn't forget anything important. Feel free to ask if I did.
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Tagging the usual crowd with the customary addendum to please let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the list! 😘
Post-GO3 Addendum:
If you want to be removed specifically from any future Good Omens 3 LEGO posts, please also let me know! Hopefully I will find the time to share more of my LEGO babies soon, but some of them will be from S3!
