Charlie and Lu are talking, and Lu accidentally signs himself and Alastor up for therapy. Al wakes up.
Well, yeah. I had fun with Lu and his expressions and struggle :> I think he might have fried Charlies brain with all that. :D
This is a bit of an intermission part, yeah because Al totally needs a bit alone time to think. To regain himself. The next part will be Al centered and his inner thoughts and what he even remembers. :>
But don't worry, Lu is not gone for long :D
Also there might be a delay for the next part, because I am at Dokomi this weekend! I come back home sunday night and idk if I can stick to my schedule. If not - I AM SORRY! :<
If you are at Dokomi, you can visit me!
Hall 3, Booth 3T08 (I am the helper :>)
I bring some freebies and also made a stamp for the stamp trade ralley :>
Also I am not able to mention you all in my new posts. I am sorry - I am just too incompetent :D Uff.
Depiction of a scene from Chapter 3 of It's Only Fair, my RadioApple fic!
Huzzah, I managed to work around Tumblr's compression! So I'm uploading the comic strip again but cut up into three parts haha! (Had to tweak some of the panel placement and RIP Alastor's ears getting cut at the tips lol)
The devil's in the details and I thought I'd make it easier for ya'll to view in HD without leaving Tumblr, even if it doesn't look quite like I wanted xP
And of course, you are still welcome to view it in HD in its original uncut form for free on my patreon!
I've been spending a week telling myself that the ending of Good Omens S3 didn't affect me because the only canon boys for me are the ones in the book, but...
that's probably untrue because I also seem to have written a whole fanfic just to retcon it.
I don't consider this a fix-it fic, it's more of a I DARE YOU TO PROVE THIS DIDN'T ACTUALLY HAPPEN fic.
So here you go, spoilers under the cut:
And Everything Else
It was dark. Aziraphale had the unpleasant sensation of a million trillion atoms buzzing back into place. He could see nothing past his… nose? He thought there was a nose. Which was odd in itself; that wasn’t supposed to be.
“Crowley?” He ventured.
The sardonic groan that answered him from the void was reassuring.
“I say, Crowley! I thought we were dead!”
Somewhere below his left ear, Crowley wheezed. “Not dead, discorporated. Though I’m starting to wish it, got a whopping great headache.”
“But - why? How?”
“S’wot bloody happens when reality explodes, I should think.”
“No no, how are we still here? I distinctly remember nobly extinguishing ourselves from existence in a rather stirring act of self-sacrifice. You were there too, don’t you remember? Demands were made of the divine, the nature of reality was debated, certain feelings were disclosed…”
The angel stopped short, a sudden swoosh through the darkness seeming to indicate that his newly re-formed wings had shot up.
“Crowley!” he gasped. “Do- do you suppose that’s what saved us? Is our bond stronger even than the dissolution of time and space?”
Aziraphale couldn’t see his rangy companion but he could just feel the ironical arch of those brows.
“That’s one theory” came the languid reply. “Or could be… I dunno, could be that both our names are still written in the Book of Life.”
Something about his tone said he was suppressing a self-satisfied grin. Aziraphale swiveled toward him.
“Whatever do you mean? There’s no interference of the divine, remember? The new universe doesn’t have a Book of Life.”
“Right, but this universe does.” The demon flexed a wing experimentally. “This universe sticks around so long as the book does. We wrote a new one, if you’ll recall. And what do you suppose it says?”
Aziraphale strained to remember, and found his lips moving over the words like a half-forgotten rhyme. “There were four of them in that bookshop, which was the whole world…” he whispered.
“Exactly. Four beings… including yourself. Including yours truly. Still listed, still very much existing.”
Aziraphale tried to concentrate. He could feel the last of his molecules reassembling, and it made his fingers tingly. “But God said-”
“She said we can’t exist in the new universe. Didn’t say anything about the old one then, did she?”
“But- but Crowley!” cried the angel, wringing his hands, “Then what was the point? You said you wanted a new earth! A new start, without the meddling of the divine! You said a world without free will isn’t worth living in.”
“I did, and it isn’t. Think, Angel. Four of them in that bookshop. Where are the other two? The prime meddlers, if you will."
Aziraphale paused and blinked about into the void.
“Why yes - the devil and the lord herself, what’s become of them?
“It seems,” Crowley droned, sounding very much pleased with himself, “that when we requested an impromptu celestial reset they both jumped at the chance. Became rather occupied mucking about in an alternate universe where they don’t nominally exist, or some such. Probably a confounding affair with vague doppelgängers and the likes, if I know them.
Aziraphale started. “They left, just like that? To go exist in another universe?”
“To go not exist in another universe. But they’ll never not be entirely. S’long as there’s good, long as there’s evil. You wrote it yourself, God was here the whole time. Bit of a paradox but it’ll do in a pinch.”
“So” began Aziraphale, slowly, “if they’re off being nonexistent in another universe…”
“Then they’re not interfering in this one, just so happens” finished Crowley. His eyes twinkled, Aziraphale knew they did.
“Crowley!” he cried, somewhere between scandalized and impressed. “You mean to tell me this whole time- that it was all a ruse to get heaven and hell to finally leave the world alone?”
“What,” said the demon, “did you really think I was just going to throw away 8 billion people? Ninety trillion perfectly good star systems? And after all the trouble we went through trying to save them the first time.” He sniffed. “Ruddy waste if you ask me.”
“Why Crowley, you dear thing! I…. I don’t know what to say! You’ve saved the day! You’re a miracle!”
“Alright, alright,” he grimaced. “Don’t rub it in.”
“Don’t be modest, dear boy! Why, you’ve saved the entire universe!”
“We did, Angel,” he muttered. “Us.”
Aziraphale placed a hand on what he thought must be Crowley’s shoulder and squeezed it fondly.
“Though…” said Crowley, thoughtful, his tone sharpening abruptly, “I suppose I don’t have to tell you any of this.”
Aziraphale straightened. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Just that you jumped onboard with my throw-out-the-universe-and-die pitch awfully fast. You really mean to tell me you didn’t want to save the world just as much as I did? Have a little go at subverting divine will?”
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
Crowley’s voice was closer to his ear now. “Awfully convenient, wasn’t it, your happening to write our names down in the Book of Life like that. Without knowing it would save us.”
The Angel pursed his lips. “I… may have had an inkling.”
Crowley threw up his hands. “Of course you bloody knew! So why the charade? Do you get off on listening to me re-explain it all?”
“Oh, but Crowley!” the angel huffed, flustered. “It’s just, you do so love saving me.”
“I want you to know that I’m rolling my eyes, Angel,” said Crowley, “even if you can’t see it.” But he did not sound displeased.
Aziraphale brightened. “Well, to business then! The universe, you know - it’s rather… missing at the moment. How are we supposed to get it back?”
He felt Crowley shrug. “Rewrite the book, I suppose. I think there’s still a pen in my - yes, seems I’ve got my pockets back.”
“Re-write the entire universe! That will take ages! Eons!”
“You have somewhere else to be?”
The angel looked about into the vacancy. “Nowhere at all, it seems. I’ve nothing but time. Or lack thereof, I’m not sure time exists yet. Well then… how shall we write the world? Put back everything just as it was?”
“What, you want to put everything back? Including Gabriel?”
“Now Crowley…”
“Ooh and let’s leave out slugs. Never could stand them, all squiggly-like. Maybe we start with ‘No Gabriel, no slugs.’”
“Gabriel stays. And I don’t know, I rather liked slugs. All the overlooked things. They were… important.”
“Fine” drawled Crowley. “Have it your way. Here, I’ll start it off.”
“But what will you write?”
“I dunno, does it matter? Best of times, worst of times. Dark and stormy night. Call me Crowley. Take your pick.”
“Mind your penmanship!”
“I can’t bloody well see, now can I?"
“Wait! I’ve a good opening." Aziraphale groped about until he located something distinctly pen-like and something distinctly book-like. And he said the words as he wrote “Let… there… be - light.”
There was, and it was good. But also rather far away. The faint glow seemed a small question on a non-existent horizon.
It was enough for them to make out the gray outline of pages, though. Crowley contemplated their lines of script for a moment, then plucked back the pen back and hurriedly scrawled “And everything else.” He handed it off to the angel for approval, looking doggedly pleased.
Aziraphale pulled at a curl. “Perhaps a bit vague?”
“Sure, but it’ll save us buckets of time. 'Everything else' ‘bout covers it all. Humanity, polar bears, airplanes, Queen albums.” Crowley shuffled. “…Love. All that rot.”
They stood side by side in the yawning gray. Aziraphale suddenly found himself unsure what to say. So they gazed into the elongating dim, and they waited. The light was growing stronger, minuscule but steady. Somewhere far away and faint, Aziraphale thought he could hear the call of birds.
“Everything else. It’s coming closer,” said Crowley.
“I expect it is.”
“Taking it’s time, isn’t it?”
“Patience, now. The universe wasn’t built in a day.”
“Seven, if I recall.”
The light continued to grow, as did a great far-off din of jungle noises and the muddled song of rushing rivers.
Crowley bounced on his heels.
Aziraphale hesitated. “Crowley. Was it… all an act?”
“Hrm.”
“You know. The part where you looked at me like that, was it real? Just before we discorporated. Like you weren’t sure if the universe really would end, or if everything would work out, but that it somehow didn’t matter just then. The way you were looking at me, it was as if I was the whole universe.”
Crowley had assumed the demeanor of a deflated beach ball. “Are you really going to make me say it?” he muttered. “Last time I tried to tell you it didn’t work out so well.”
Aziraphale felt suddenly small. “Tell me what?”
The demon studied his feet. “Oh, that I love the world, but… s’not much good to me if you’re not in it.” He looked up at Aziraphale then, helpless, and it was a question.
It was almost here now, the Everything. The steady swell of light, the din of waters and winds and animals; a cacophony of life, surging towards them.
In the growing bright Aziraphale could finally make out the bedraggled figure next to him clearly. Crowley looked like he had been through every ring of hell and back and tripped down every escalator of heaven to boot. All for his sake.
The angel faltered. “Oh, Crowley. I’m sorry, dear fellow. So sorry for leaving you. I never should have gone. Only, I wanted so badly to put things right for the world but I ended up making a terrible muddle of things instead. You must know I never wanted to go - that it was all for you, because of you. That of all the things I love in the world, I love you the most. Oh, what dreadful ideas I get sometimes, running off and leaving you with no one but house plants and gangsters for company! Why if only I had stopped to think-”
Crowley's gaze softened as he looked at the babbling angel, adoring. The universe was closer now, so close, and the sheen of a thousand expanding nebulas danced in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Crowley,” Aziraphale stammered on, “terribly sorry.”
It was with infinite fondness and not even a hint of irony when Crowley touched his face and murmured back “I forgive you.”
The Everything rushed upon them then. And when they kissed it was with the brilliance of every star and a symphony of madly whirling planets and the chaos of a trillion galaxies exploding into being. There was a giddy leap of waves, and the great sigh of leaves in summer and friends calling out to one another and the tiny shuffling of every insect; a great burst of sunflowers and love songs and feel of their hands as they touched and the dizzy corkscrew of time itself. Reality brimmed over with with nightingales and orangoutangs and libraries and mugs of tea and the great contented shiver of all the things that ever were or would be as they clinked back into place.
It was awfully good, Aziraphale thought, as they held onto each other. There was so much light. And everything else.
Part 18/? - "The Escape"
Lu tries to escape and succeeds for approximately 0,5 seconds.
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Now Lu is trying to escape both the situation and his feelings and thoughts. But for how long? Haha! An how successful :>
Also yeah, I am a tiny bit sorry that Al didn't wake up, but not really because firstly it's slow burn and secondly I have a super fun scene planned, that kind of builds on top of this. :3
But you know the drill, trust the process.
Also, I got pretty sick last friday and I am still today. So I hope this part still turned out okayish - because my fever brain,.. idk.. works weird and I had to rewrite some stuff last minute, when my head was clearer again.
SO YEAH. Sorry if something is off, details missing or spelling, wording mistakes. 🤧
Well as for the tagging _
I don't know how to tag more than 50 and even those don't work properly. And rn after trying for 20 minutes, I am losing my mind. So I give up. If someone has a detailed guide for my poor soul, please share! TYSM <3
Ok, not my brilliance, but I had to share what Annunziata Lugas shared on Facebook (with her permission, https://www.instagram.com/the_annuntziation?igsh=MWlhZ2dsNnBpdzcyNw== )
SPOILER!
When Asa runs out of the bookshop to reach Anthony there is a shot of the shops on the street. The first shop on the left is a "coffee shop." The window reads "Agnes Nutter" and the sign depicts a woman on a tank with the word "Reall" inside and the word "Your tank girl" comes out of the cannon.
After noticing it I thought that, as I've been doing lately, I lose sight of the big picture. So, I retraced my steps and tried to observe well. Because we are too focused on Crowley and Aziraphale we forget that this story is called "The Nice and accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter", so I thought it best to reread all the prophecies. For convenience I searched online for some sites that summarized them and, among all those that were written, one caught my attention.
4009. Where the Hogg's back ends the young beast will take the world and Adam's line will end in fire and darkness.
I looked it up in the book to take a screenshot and I discovered one thing: it is not in the book. I leafed through the paper book and did the research on the ebook and I didn't get any results. So, unless I completely failed my research, this prophecy was added to the series. And, as we know, all the things that are only in the series were invented when Terry and Neil sat down to continue the story. This prophecy is functional to the finale.
We find it in episode 1x02 superimposed when Aziraphale reads Agnes' book for the first time.
Even if someone could find it in the book, I don't think my reasoning would change much. It would only mean that, instead of adding it later, they gave it an additional meaning.
Let's start from an assumption: Agnes' prophecies are nice and accurate because they are the only ones that turn out to be completely accurate. So why didn't Agnes predict how it would end?
She foresaw it. We had not understood it. Or at least I hadn't understood it until now.
Her book is entitled "The nice and accurate... from the present day unto the endinge of this world"
Prophecies are about the end of THIS world. Agnes was never wrong, so the world was destined to end. She already knew it.
In the prophecy: "the young beast will take the world", Adam took the world and altered its reality; "and Adam's line will end in fire and darkness", at this point it plays on the homonymy between the antichrist and the first man; "Adam's line" is the descendants of Adam (and Eve), the humans created by God 6000 years ago.
That humanity ended in (eternal) fire and darkness. There is nothing left.
When Crowley saves the page of the bookshop (which is actually the Whickber Street one but they only show us the bookshop) the prophecy has come true; all of humanity no longer exists. There are only them who do not belong to Adam's lineage.
The great plan has been fulfilled. At the Air Base, Beelzebub says, "There shall be a world, and it shall last for 6000 years and end in fire and flame."
When Aziraphale writes in Dickens' book that "the bookshop is the whole world" he has already created another world than the one that has just ended in flames. And when God appears and says, "As you say Aziraphale," it is as if he says, "Thy will be done," They have approved of the new world. Now there are two worlds. Because God has their Ineffable Plan, whether we like it or not. It is an absurd plan based on futile and capricious reasons, but it exists. Their purpose was to see if anyone would figure out how to beat them. Because, let's face it, for those who are rich and powerful in life, the most common kink is to “be subdued".
God is all right like this. Everything that happens after that is simply a façade. She's having some more fun with her toys before puts them away and starts playing with something else. In fact, she is about to put an end to everything (and by end I don't mean that she is going to eliminate Crowley and Aziraphale from existence but that she is going to give them the prize she has already decided; I will tell you at the end of this post) but Crowley stops her and then God allows them to leave the game by dictating their own conditions. Crowley and Aziraphale decide how to leave the scene. And they do it with a last burst of fire. Because they know they have gotten their prize (or at least they hope so) but they are not selfish, so they make sure that there is a victory for everyone else too.
It's all cryptic crosswords play. Crowley and Aziraphale make their request for ANOTHER WORLD (and with that the count rises to 3 worlds. To read more about the concept see my post of May 18) and God accepts that because the new world is her new toy, she will play with it. The new world is not "godless", it is not logically plausible. In addition, Aziraphale also tells us this when he responds to Misty who accuses them of killing his father; The angel replies that he does not believe they killed him. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, see my post of May 19th)
The moment God says, "You asking God to create a godless universe?" Satan laughs because he has understood that those two have succeeded where he failed, to fool God and when he realizes that in the new world he will no longer exist, he understands that he was really only a character in God's book and he is saddened.
The moment God says, "I'll make the Universe your way. I'll even let an Earth happen. Eventually, there'll be humans and life, in all of its mundane glory. Something that both of you will neither know or experience, though" is not assuming, she is writing the new world from beginning to end. If she really had created only the Big Bang, there would have been the possibility that the evolution of the planet would not take place as we know it, and instead everything is the same. Humans have evolved in the exact same way, they have gone through the exact same historical phases and have landed again in the same neighbourhood of London with the same characters, with the same characteristics but human. Each universe is God's fanfiction in which the same characters always live different adventures. In this one there are Crowley and Aziraphale astrophysicist and bookseller, in another they will be fanwriter and podcaster, in another pirates, in another astronauts...
The presence of God is also confirmed by the drawing of a smiley face on a window behind Asa. He and Anthony find themselves in front of a graffiti that reproduces the old story that allowed the new one to exist. You can see a demon dressed as an angel shooting an arrow in the guise of cupid, at the top left there are angels representing heaven, at the bottom right there are images and characters reminiscent of the elevator, there are planets... There is everything we have seen so far.
What happened to Crowley and Aziraphale? They are in the bookshop that is not the world that perished in fire and darkness and is not the "godless" world, it is another world in which there are only them. And, if that world is in a snow globe, God has put it there because "a deal is a deal". God has been beaten loyally, and she must pay her bet.
Satan is missing in this reasoning, what happened to him? I hope God has granted him the kindness to disappear with the old world in flames and darkness and has not forced him to be a voyeur in that of Aziraphale and Crowley. I don't think he would like it.
Charlie talks with Husk about something concerning and Lu wakes up to a surprise.
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Yeah, now we have a little side plot brewing with Charlie. :>
And Al, yeah I guess he is a bit possessive. :3 What will Lu now do? Will Charlie knock? Will Al wake up? Who knows :D
Sidenote 1#: Husk has sooo many details in his design. Oh my Lucifer! Please forgive me if I forget some. It drove me crazy actuall :D
Sidenote 2#: Al is playing soft piano music rn without lyrics (just if someone is curious)
At this point I also want to thank everyone for your continued support :> I really appreciate the love you give me for my stupid, silly comic!
Timeline:
Right after the battle: Al brings Lu home and tends to his wounds. Both fall asleep.
Next morning: Lu wakes up and finds Al, Charlie barges in and Al takes off into his room and collapses.
Lu fights with his conscience for the whole day and finally checks on Al in the evening.
Evening/Early night: They both have their confrontation, Al has an anxiety attack (which triggers all the radios to short circuit) and Lu heals Al. They talk until they both pass out.
Meanwhile Charlie runs to Husk for information on the busted radios. (Current part)
Next Morning: Lu wakes up and finds,.. someone beside him.
Well, this is just a short reminder how much time has passed, because honestly it's been a few months now since I started this comic and someone might be confused. :>
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