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Just me fangirling

[eefaevie]

locking it in, team. see y'all on the other side

thanks so much to @arashixyarts for sharing their template 😘

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assorted things from go1 and 2 and internet that I think should become relevant again in go3 and random musings:

the further prophecies than anathema and newt burned (bro what did agnes know)

1941 p3 (i'm a firm believer that they almost kissed and azi panicked.)

also 1941 p3 but it's the nazi zombies

uriel being hesitant to destroy maggie and nina (I saw a meta abt their loyalties shifting after gabriel left, couldn't find it again but interesting)

michael trying to grab as much power as she can

michael having some sort of back channel into hell (who was it she called?)

where adam and the them went (are they just hanging out? he's gotta be relevant but he's not the antichrist anymore? but theres a chance of *some* power still- bush burning in 1.06)

4 horsemen.

where tf is god

"some of the lesser demons have been put on half rations" excuse me sir what the fuck is being rationed? (miracles? who killed god istg)

why is hell so understaffed they apparently had 10 million for armageddon't

"what... Heaven and hell... against... humanity?" (oop let's go)

give me fucking nightingales pls and ty

South downs cottage pls (starts and ends in a garden. ending garden st james from s1 or south downs garden in s3? is south downs even a thing or were we just supremely gaslit?)

a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square- they used the 1st verse in s1, 2nd in s2, and the third (most romantic imo) should (pls) be used in s3?

crowleys inconsistent fall narrative

who crowley remembers from heaven

does azi remember heaven before the fall?

what if anathema got pregnant when she did it with newt in s1

does crowley ever catch on to azi painting everything *that* shade of yellow?

the letter azi wrote in the lockdown video

will jesus recognize crowley from when crow showed him the wonders of the world?

add more!

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That would be great! And:

- Crowleys true Identity and Name

- at least one apology dance of Azi

- magic tricks of course

- Crowley saying “have a gold star” to whoever

- somebody actually ordering death in the coffee shop

- Crowley and Nina becoming besties

- belzebub and Gabriel being together and annoying to Crowley

- metatron beeing in love with Crowley 🤣 (sorry, just my theory of the last 15min)

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“You wouldn’t like it.” Crowley said to Aziraphale when he asked him about “the velvet underground”. Did you ever listen to it? I think it sounds like feelings Crowley could have from time to time 🫣

So another GO inspired artwork. This time with traditional media. So less detailed, I’m sorry. But it was fun to draw an almost kiss of the two. 🥰

Love this fandom!❤️ give me more to draw!

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Long time no see!

A while ago I joint the fantastic fandom of good Omens and I wanted to draw a fanart. But there were too many possibilities. Then someone said: I just want them to hug. So I was like, I can do that :)

I am just guessing but they hug in the realm of the dead. Not because they died, it’s because Crowley got annoyed and is hiding from heaven, hell and god.

Details I like about this picture: you can barely see it but Aziraphale took Crowleys glasses of and is standing on his toes 🤭

Hope yo like it!

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I made a little fanfiction of the hug scene in the empty grave. What would have been if it was Lockwoods view and a little more. Sorry, for the crappy english. I hope you enjoy reading it anyways.

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The last few days in hospital had drained me and my limbs were heavy as lead. I don't know when I had slept for the last time. Still, I couldn't go to sleep yet until I knew everything was all right. I cleared away the last remnants of my breakfast. George was safe and home again. I found myself staring out the window into the garden at nothing in particular. Barnes' reproving gaze had haunted me since I'd met him at the hospital. Made me feel like I was to blame for the way he was. I heard a thump in the stairwell and my heart did a somersault. It knew what that meant.

Before the door had even really opened I heard her voice "Hey Holly!" then she paused in the doorway of the kitchen and stared at me. She hadn't been expecting me and yet there was something expectant in her gaze. God was I glad to be back. Back in the rooms where you could meet Lucy Carlyle. She brought a fresh scent into the room that enveloped me and made me think of my childhood. The smell of lavender and wood - my sister and the attic.

"Hello Lucy." I turned to her. Her eyes were on me. I wondered what she thought of me. After all, I couldn't make a very good impression. I cupped the back of the chair near me with my fingers and felt the warm wood.

"Is he ..." she stammered. She looked at me as if her whole world might end with my answer.

"George is fine, he's still alive." Of course she thought of George first, I hadn't thought of anything else for the last few days. A twinge in my heart told me that it didn't suit me that she wasn't thinking about me. Asked how I was doing. A craving arose in me that I had had many times before. The desire to be close to her. I looked at my fingers to distract myself from it - to think of something else. I didn't succeed. Otherwise we had always been close in a different way, which was why I had managed not to give in to this longing. But now it was growing. Had built up during the lonely nights at George's bedside. I held onto the back of the chair convulsively, weighing the pros and cons in my head. I sensed she wanted to know more. About George. Maybe about me too?

A jolt went through my body and my legs had carried me over to her faster than I could really think. I bent down to her and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. But the size difference still left a gap between us. I dug my face into the crook of her neck and inhaled the smell of her lavender shampoo. She hesitated for a moment and then put her arms around my neck. I heard a soft sob.

"He's okay?" She murmured into my shoulder and suddenly i felt like she was too far away from me. I pulled her closer and straightened a little so that she was standing on tiptoe. The gap between us closed and I felt how warm and soft she was. Her breath on my neck and how it stroked my skin. Something fell away from me that had been like a rock on my shoulders all this time. There was only the slightly accelerated beat of our hearts and the realisation that I never wanted to let go of her again.

[isaarne]

I'm still obsessed

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I love tho colours and the clean lines

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I wanted a #lockwoodandcopattern. There are so many things you can put into a pattern like this that I had to choose just a few. If I feel like it, I'll color the whole thing later.

Do you miss something in here?

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I got a lot of l&co Sketches but some situations you have to read. So here are my favorite locklyle situations from the empty grave (trying not to spoiler too much) :

Chapter 12: falling down the stairs

Chapter 47: the cemetery

Chapter 75: la dame sans merci

Chapter 80: don't let me do something like that again

Chapter 93: What?

Chapter 105: Waiting for Lockwood

Chapter 111: Rooftop

Chapter 122: Library

Chapter 140: Lockwood on fire

Chapter 143: The other alternatives in this world

Chapter 166: This is the skull

Chapter 188: What i wanted most

Chapter 192: Joint choreography

Chapter 195: Do what I say just once

Chapter 207: Claw marks are missing

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I was standing in front of his door and I looked great. (ich stand vor seiner Tür und sah toll aus)

This is one of the scenes I love the most. Because even if she doesn't want to put him in danger, she keeps coming back to him with her danger. So that means that she trusts him to protect her from it.

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I've always wondered what would have happened if the Skull and Lockwood had been rivals when it comes to Lucy. You get a bit of that in the last book. Imagine if he always heard what he said.

If you like you can give me something lockwood and co. related to draw.