*shuffles into support group meeting, sits on squeaky fold-out chair, nervous cough*
"Hi... my name's Val... and I'm a Good Omens addict."
Hey y'all, so this is it, I guess. Me, after four months of late night Ao3 reading marathons, 24/7 podfic blasting through my earphones, and several feverish dreams of the ineffable husbands, finally giving into temptation to post my own fanfic ideas for this wonderful fandom. Good Omens has been incredibly helpful in getting me through one of the toughest period in my life so far, ridden with bouts of panic attacks, mental burnouts, and months-long depression, so it's only right that I give back in some shape or form.
So without further ado, allow me to present my Hunger Games AU, The Famine Games. This AU has been on the back burner of my mind for the last few days now, and I can't wait to start cooking up some more stuff for it! Below are preliminary sketches (made during a particulary long and boring zoom lecture) of my Aziraphale and Crowley characters (known in this universe as Azirian Zaciery Fell and Anthron Jonath Crowlee).
I wanted to change up the names of all the Good Omens characters since the majority of AUs uses the same combination of first and last names, which can, after reading 50+ fanfics, become a tad repetitive (not that it matters much though, I just love coming up with names and creating more non-canon chaos). I'll be taking precedent from typical name structures from the original book series, which I'll have to review since it's been awhile since I last read it.
So the main concept here is that Azirian and Crowlee are from different districts of Panem, District 1 and District 12 respectively. Through one way or another, they both find themselves on the train headed to the Capital on the evening of Reaping Day. Now, facing the trials as tributes and almost certain death in a few weeks, Azirian and Crowlee must find a way to survive the game while not losing themselves in the process (ugh, that was too cheesy, wasn't it? my sincerest apologies).
*Important note: I suck at drawing. No, really, I am just terrible at it. This is a one time exception and it only turned out slightly better than trash because I poured way too much time and attention to it and not enough to my college lecture (the course material is really dry, y'all. i needed my daily fix of aziracrow (told ya im an addict)).
I don't want to give away too much right now since I'll *fingers-crossed* eventually write a fanfic out of this, but stay tuned for more rough sketches and chicken-scratch notes as I continue to develop The Famine Games. Please leave a note to let me know what y'all think! Thoughts, comments, questions, curses, and scolding for bad jokes and writing way too much for a single post are all deeply appreciated! (please leave me a note, i am starved of validation and need to find reason to continue this madness, or else this idea will just get buried at the back of my mind's refrigerator like an expired jar of pickled onions)