Former Keeper of the Flaming Sword

Oh, hello there. I'm Aziraphale, though most find that a mouthful and call me Azi. Are you here to buy a book? You should know, I don't sell to just anyone. -- Independent Aziraphale blog from Good Omens Please read the rules before interacting

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Indoor S’mores

Recipe

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16x20” giveaway poster that keeps crashing my computer the more I work on it so lol I QUIT

[ineffablereason]

❣ ❤ ❅ ✘ ♧ ღ

❣ - how would it be your ideal date?

My ideal date?  I've always been partial to the dinner/movie combo.  But, what I REALLY want is a relaxing night on the beach.  Just the two of us, a small fire, maybe a little music and the roar of the waves.

❤ - single/taken?

Recently taken :3

❅ - any sports?

I like watching College Football (American style) and Baseball~

✘ - hates?

Scorpions, spiders, HORRIBLY INACCURATE weather/disaster movies

♧ -..... on drugs?

I'm not gonna lie, I busted out laughing with this one.  I am not on any ILLEGAL drugs.  Though, I'm sure allergy medicines and multivitamins don't count.

ღ - mottos?

Que sera sera / What will be will beIt is what it isFuck it

[ineffablereason]

ASK THE BLOGGER (MUNDAY)

‼ - real name?

✺ - eye color?

✁ - hair?

☿ - zodiac sign?

☃ - tall/short?

❅ - any sports?

✈ - hobbies?

❤ - single/taken?

♋ - virgin or not?

ツ - any pets?

☂ - favorite season?

✐ - fave types of movies?

❣ - how would it be your ideal date?

☣ - phobias?

☠ - fears?

✘ - hates?

° - ever were close to death?

♧ -..... on drugs?

♠ -.....smoked?

♦ -.....had alcohol?

❥ - sexual orientation

♚ - favorite eye color?

♛ - favorite hair color?

♪ - music you like?

✌ - favorite bands/ singers?

♒ - fave animes?

❦-.fave characters?

✿ - fave kind of clothing?

ღ - mottos?

✬ - photo of me?

[ineffablereason]

He moved in to her touch, cooing softly as she purred and letting himself melt in to her hands.  ”You’ve not wronged me, my dear.”

His hands began to wander, up her sides and over her shoulders.  Down her arms and her thighs.  His fingers curled in a light squeeze.  ”But creatures of darkness often fear those of light, so now I get to turn the question on you?”

The angel leaned forward, brushing his lips against her ear to whisper softly, “Why have you not run from me?”  His head tilted, tongue moving out to lightly flick at the lobe of her ear before drawing it gently between his teeth.

It might have been a while, but Aziraphale was no newbie to the wiles of man.

[drawntonightmares]

His hands were like silk and warmth against her skin and she shuddered lightly, nuzzling more closer to him, while her own hands moved, stroked and combed through his hair and slowly through his wings. One then rested on his shoulder, wandering down to his chest, stroking over the pale skin there.

"I…" her breath picked up when feeling the warmth of a tongue flicking over it, making them again twitch and her cheek flush a deeper dark pink. "I-I am n-not afraid of you…your light doesn’t b-burn m-me…it is warm…pleasant.." she smiled lightly and her own lips lightly stroked over his shoulder and neck, while her fingers slowly stroked over the sensitive buds, carefully teasing him there.

"You’re a warm light, not a blazing one, that wants to hurt…" she purred and licked lightly up his throat. "I want to bask into your light…a beam of the sun…not a scourging fire…That’s why…" she murmured.

[ineffablereason]

His breath hitched as her fingers brushed against him, eyes falling to a half-lid while his body was tensed, yet relaxed.  Such an odd feeling, actually.  In all his times, it had never been like this.  Sure, the demon was gentle, but this was ... Explorative.

The alb might have seen many a man, woman and creature.  But she had never seen him.  And she knew it.

Though just as she had never seen him, he had never been able to really see her.  Sure, she walked about without much on.  But there was a difference between seeing and experiencing.  This was most definitely an experience.

As her hands moved over his chest, his fingers flittered over her arms, brushing lightly against the star-dazzled skin there.  "My line doesn't burn bright.  We're not supposed to.  We are guardians.  Not voices or messengers.  We're only supposed to watch."

Oh, but you were doing much more than watching now, weren't you, Aziraphale?

[ineffablereason]

A quiet shadow walks along the street of the angel's bookstore, contracting briefly in a lean to leave a crumpled, oblong paper bag standing on the doorstep. Inside would be a modest red vintage, reminiscent of times long past. (Not their times, of course. They'd both led different lives, and were strangers to another. Still... a small note would be inside the bag, reading simply in a rightward-slanting, habitually hurried hand: We all have losses. It's a lonely world.)

He had decided to go about, visit a few of his old haunts from a life not so long passed.  He hadn’t expected anything waiting for him at his bookstore.

In fact, he almost missed it.

His foot brushed the bag briefly, causing it to topple just enough for Aziraphale to hear the disturbance and look down.  The shape and weight of the package set up the angel to know it was indeed wine, however opening it up is what caused him a pain in his chest.  His favorite.  Or was it his favorite.  He couldn’t really tell anymore.

The removal of the bottle caused the little slip of paper to fall out - and catch the angel’s eye.  He leaned down to pluck it from the cold ground, eyes quickly reading over the - also familiar - scrawl.

What was unusual, despite the familiarity of it all, was the context of said note.  The words weren’t like him at all.  Well … Not him him, anyway.

Aziraphale looked around briefly before rebagging the bottle and crumpling up the note to shove in to his pocket.  A clink of his keys opened the door to his bookshop and, within a few short seconds, he disappeared into the darkness of it.

As much as he hated the memories that this vintage brought back, he couldn’t let a gift like this go to waste.  And besides, mortals always liked to drink until they forget.  So why couldn’t he?

[my-other-ride-is-a-bentley]

“It’s more of a condition than due to you.” He took the prods mildly, metaphorically swatting them away as he watched Aziraphale shrewdly from behind the safety of his sunglasses. (He’d had them off so often, in recent months, he’d almost forgotten they were available as another line of defense, now.) “I’ve always been like this. Perhaps it’s because you’re used to a different being.” A pleasant statement, almost, as he toyed with the idea of revealing more, but… Crowley shrugged, dismissing the impulse and settling back into his chair, lazily waving a finger and pouring himself another glass, said glass then floating back into his hand gracefully. He cradled it, swirling gently but when Aziraphale’s jab reached its mark, he gave no outer sign other than to simply look up with a calm smile.

“Still – you do have the face of someone who, in the end, was not so much a good friend as a bad memory. Forgive me if I have some reservations about being entirely relaxed.” A feel of a hiss, under that last sentence. “Hasn’t gone well for me when I am.” He huffed, quietly, bringing the rim to his lips and murmuring, half to himself, still watching the angel from behind his sunglasses. “’Timid’ and ‘broken’ my arse…”

He couldn’t decide if that brazen quality was admirable, or just plain annoying.

[ineffablereason]

The angel shrugged, half opening his eyes to look at the demon across the way.  "If you're anything like us, and I mean that in the sense of myself and that who I once called my worse half, then you, too, have been here a good while.  Surely, people watching has taught you a thing or two about picking up on mannerisms."  A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm simply calling it like I see it."  He waved a hand, both in show to brush off his own accusations as well as ... did the wine bottle just refill?  And here you were, Aziraphale, being so good about not using your powers.

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White Chocolate Candy Cane Cashew Butter. 

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Recipe

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The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme

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Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[roleplayerscoffeeshop]

Reblog if you are willing to roleplay crossovers between fandoms; friendships, enemies, rivals, love interests, or any and all in between!

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crowley buying aziraphale flowers

you can probably tell there was supposed to be 1-2 more panels inbetween but i dont actually care enough to put them in. 

regardless he’d never actually hand them to aziraphale they’d just show up from an “anonymous” source but theres not really any doubt where they came from.

[angeli-filium-deactivated201412]

It was raining slightly in Soho, and Ezra had to wonder (probably for the millionth time) why he ever thought it was a good idea to go wandering around a strange city in the dark.

Looking around for some shelter, he spied a bookshop that might actually be open. Testing the door, he darted inside.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

[ineffablereason]

The angel looked up with a jump as the bell on his door chimed.  It had been quiet for so long that he was almost certain that it didn't work anymore.  He was quick to his feet, trotting out in to the main part of his store.

"Yes yes!  I'm here!  Welcome!"  He smiled, always being ever so cheerful.  Of course, as the being that spoke came in to his sights, his smile faltered a little.  Why could he never get normal customers?

"Can I help you find something?"

[ineffablereason]

He pulled the glasses from his face, closing his eyes for a moment.  ”You, of all persons - divine or not - should know that all things owed are not necessarily pleasant.”

[dukeofell]

Hastur looked him over for a moment, eyes narrowed, before tucking both hands back into the pockets of the coat he wore — not the scruffy, beat-up old trench coat he’d adopted for decades, but a shorter, more practical brown leather job. It kept him warm, which was all one could ask for on the heat-forsaken surface.

"What, you want me to take a swing at you? I’d be more than happy to, mind.” He leered.

[ineffablereason]

"I deserve it."  He looked up, eyes opening to stare directly in to Hastur’s.  "I’ve fucked up - if you’d pardon my wording.  The Divine Plan, the Apocalypse, and even your own."  Perhaps his time on Earth had taken more of a toll on him than he’d like to admit.  He didn’t feel very Heavenly and Divine.  No … He felt almost human.  Almost.  Especially since he was now standing there, speaking with a mortal enemy and all but offering himself to him to repent for his own sins, as well as sins of the other.

Or something like that, anyway.  It was all so confusing to him.

[dukeofell]

The leer turned into a frown of confusion, and then scuttled away entirely. Despite its being as well-adjusted as it was ever going to be*, Hastur tugged on the jacket. Displacement activity, to cover the uncomfortable truth that he had no idea what was going on. An angel, especially a fairly titled one, standing before him and basically offering to be smited? Using coarse language? Admitting defeat?

"… What."

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* Considerably more so than its owner.

[ineffablereason]

Aziraphale removed his glasses, taking his shirt tail and wiping the lenses with it.  "This is what your lot is after, right?  To drag us down and dwindle our numbers?"  He let out a long breath, replacing his glasses on his nose before digging in to his coat pocket and pulling out a well-weathered looking box.

A flick of his thumb opened the box and pulled out a dark cigarillo.  He placed it between his lips, hands moving to the tip as though he was holding a lighter - even though he wasn't.  The angel gave a deep inhale, smoke soon rising from behind his hands before he lowered them.  "Care for a smoke, Hastur?"  He looked back at the demon, offering him the box and giving an inquisitive look.