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Hello all, I'm Viridis. I do fanart and fanfic, mostly of Good Omens. I've collected my fanart below to make it a little easier to find in Tumblr's searchless depths. You can find my fanfic on Ao3 as Rattatatosk. I also comment there as Lady_Viridis.
I also did transcripts of Good Omens S2!
(Yes, I have several different usernames. It's confusing, sorry. I'd change my tumblr but it's 14 years old and I don't want to break all the links. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
“So,” Crowley said, stretching his legs out and taking another sip of wine, “what’re you up to these days?”
“Nothing particular,” Aziraphale said. “Although I do have to pop over to Nice for a blessing next week, but that shouldn’t take long.”
“Next week, huh? Mind covering a minor temptation for me, then, while you’re in the area?”
“I suppose so,” said Aziraphale. “What precisely is it?”
“It’s in Monte Carlo, actually,” Crowley said, “just popping in to the casino for a smidge of troublemaking. Nothing complicated.”
“Ah—” said Aziraphale, and shifted uncomfortably. “I’m afraid I can’t go to Monte Carlo.”
Crowley snorted. “What, are you too virtuous for gambling now? Don’t go using that line on me. I’ve seen how you get over baccarat.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Aziraphale said. “It’s just—I can’t go to Monte Carlo.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve been banned,” Aziraphale muttered.
“Sorry, what?”
“I’ve been banned. From Monte Carlo.”
“What did you do?”
“In my view,” said Aziraphale primly, “I wasn’t doing anything wrong at all. I simply took the time to implement a bit of strategy and mathematics. Anyone could do the same. It’s hardly cheating.”
Crowley took a second to parse this. “You got kicked out of a casino for counting cards.”
“Not before I’d accumulated several thousand pounds doing it,” said Aziraphale, in a most un-angelic fashion.
Crowley had a sudden image of him, all buttoned up in waistcoat and bowtie, spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, sitting at a blackjack table, his soft hands laying down the cards, the complete sincerity in his voice as he’d say oh, dear me, it looks like I’ve won again, fancy that, the canny glint in his eye that anyone looking less carefully than Crowley would miss.
It was a remarkably compelling image, and Crowley let out a low, inadvertent whistle.
“So, I can’t help with your temptation, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale said.
“Yeah, no, that’s all right,” Crowley said, “but, uh, have you been…banned anywhere else?”
Aziraphale went pink. “It is possible,” he said, carefully, “that I might find myself unwelcome at several establishments in Las Vegas, as well.”
“You’ve been on some sort of casino-defrauding world tour, and you didn’t tell me?”
“Don’t make fun,” Aziraphale said. “It’s only a hobby.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Crowley said, “getting booted from gambling establishments, right up there with manuscript collection on the list of your notable hobbies.”
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you—”
“Look,” Crowley interrupted, “have you, ah—ever been to Atlantic City? In America?”
Aziraphale shook his head.
“Well,” Crowley said, “pretty sure New Jersey could do with a bit of divine intervention.”
A small smile crept onto Aziraphale’s face. “It’s a tempting thought,” he said.
Is there Anything Better in cat wrangling than meeting The Cat Who Will Not Be Pet, putting in copious work for several hours to Achieve Pets, meeting the cat again several MONTHS later for only the second time, and immediately being allowed to pet again?
No.
No, there is not.
Many Ways To Say It Just in time for Pride 2022, here’s my comic from @oursidezine 2021! (Featuring the colors of Gilbert Baker’s 9 color Diversity flag on Pg 1 and the NB colors on Pg 2!)
Something about bathtubs, rubber ducks and a dandelion.
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Fix-it ver. Don't Stop Me Now
Aziraphale and Crowley are selfish, and that’s exactly why I love them
They were never supposed to be martyrs for humanity, and that was the point. Every motive they had to save the earth came from selfishness.
They loved through hedonism. They loved humanity, loved earthly pleasures, and more than anything they loved each other. They don’t even fully consider meddling in the apocalypse until Crowley brings up THEIR life, wines, restaurants, parks.
Aziraphale fully intended to blow up a kid to save his life on earth. Crowley took a pause as the world was ending, just to mourn his car, and even then, he only stops time to save the earth because Aziraphale had threatened to “never talk to him again” if he didn’t do something about it. Crowley asks Aziraphale to run away from earth with him, leave it all behind. Even in Aziraphale going to heaven, it was to keep THEIR lives safe, to prevent further action from Heaven that would sully their perfect life on earth.
The both of them disobeyed their superiors, time and time again, knowing it would likely kill them, all for their life together.
And that’s why I just don’t believe it, the end of it all. The idea that Aziraphale and Crowley, hedonistic, selfish, bastards worth knowing they are, that when faced with a choice between keeping their lives as they were, or complete and utter erasure, that they would choose the latter?
No. I disagree entirely.
Both seasons, 1 and 2, they have been established as these individuals, with these beliefs, and these convictions and what not. To just go against that?? Entirely??? If I had the responsibility to pick up a story that didn’t belong to me, getting the character’s beliefs right is like the FIRST THING IM DOING. I’m analyzing, I’m scouring, I’m getting that shit right, because if I don’t, then it’s not the same story, NONE OF IT MATTERS.
Perhaps that is the rant complete. To summarize my scatter brain, they have been established hedonists for both seasons 1-2, if there was any pair of characters across the characters multiverse I’d expect to NOT sacrifice their lives, it’d be Aziraphale and Crowley, maybe for each other, but for NOTHING ELSE.
So yeah 👍
Put in the tags the completely finished (whether cancelled or wrapped up on its own terms) TV series that has YOUR perfect ending, however you define that
Please don’t include huge spoilers for the specifics of the endings, and it would also make me happy if people don’t use this to talk about the shows whose endings they hated
- What did you even tell that artist?
- I wasn't...I didn't!!! I was simply trying to get Gabriel off our backs by-by planting evidence of our rivalry!
- Uh-huh
- I didn't think they'd draw me looking like a strongman!! Or...or quite so hairless...
-That is a shame...
aziraphale: you can't kill me! there will be paperwork!
the paperwork:
imagine you go through something so horribly traumatic that it permanently alters you physically, mentally, and emotionally to the extent that you fundamentally change as a person in every way possible. now imagine that despite the odds, you pull yourself up and become a new version of yourself. a version that's different, but still good, because you're finally the real you. you endured all of that hardship, went through all of that pain, but you're you. and the best part of this new world is that you have a best friend who you love with every part of yourself, ever since you figured out how to love again. and this best friend, you've been through good and bad times together, and your love is a work-in-progress, but when you're together, you feel the most like yourself.
now imagine that that best friend who you love with every part of yourself looks you in the face and waxes poetic about how much he loves that older version of you (about how you were such an artist, you were so special, you were so perfect), but says not a single word about you. despite everything you and this friend have been through in the six thousand years that you've known him and that he's known you, and it turns out that it was not you that he cherished, but someone else entirely.
now imagine you're a writer of good omens 3, and you watched the first two seasons with your eyes closed, ears plugged, and high on fucking crack.
when looking at the ways dracula as an original text differ with the experience of dracula daily, these letters between mina and lucy is where the differences first arise. if you read the book as published by bram stoker, you finish the johnathan in the castle arc before flashing a bit backwards into the letters to set up the whitby arc. with the dracula daily format, we leave johnathan right as he realizes that he is trapped and actively in danger to see his loved ones completely unaware of the danger he's in. the contrast here, while less straightforward from a plot standpoint, heightens the horror of the castle. there is no one coming to his rescue, and those who know of his absence suspect nothing yet.
Official announcement!! Me and my friend @friedricecomic are making a teen romcom graphic novel with an asexual protagonist!
The Publishers Weekly blurb doesn't completely explain the vibes of the story, so:
Bee has never been asked out. Yet everyone around her seems to already be in relationship or is in the process of getting one. Though Bee loves all things romantic - the tropes, the thrills, the flairs and fireworks - she has never fallen in love, and has no idea how to even begin.
When one of Bee’s best friend asks for her help to secure the affections of the most popular boy in school, Bee finally has had enough of playing pretend and decides to get some real world experience to back her advice. Relying on her encyclopedic knowledge of romantic tropes, she randomly chooses a boy to crush on and undertakes a year-long experiment to win his heart, documenting it all on her Tumblr.
It works. Except Bee is slowly gaining feelings for her lab rat. When the relationship starts becoming physical, Bee begins to realise that there are some forms of romance that she cannot reciprocate.
Will Bee find her happily ever after, or will the fantasy come crashing down?
Bee is demiromantic asexual. I myself am demisexual, and my editor is a-spec. This comic is for us aces who long for the dream of love and to be recognised for who we are.
Most of the main cast is queer! Bee's best friend is aroace to balance out the sap, but the others... are B-plot spoilers. :)
The main cast is entirely AAPI.
Applied Romantics is inspired by late 90s - early 00s romantic comedies, and my youth pouring through teen magazines, blogs and shows. I really enjoyed the cozy whimsy of Y2K rom-com (my favourites: 13 Going on 30, Sleepless in Seattle, Pushing Daisies), and noticed how so many of them were epistolary i.e using the technology of the time, like e-mail, diaries. So I set mine during the hipster peak Tumblr era of 2008-2012, incorporating the ask box, MSN, text messages and blog posts.
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It’s still pretty bad outside.
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