agnes of the nutt'r clan

Be'est not tardy - with thy questions 'r thy loveth life. {🔞 good omens roleplay blog as Agnes Nutter}

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[tumblgang]

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

[skuubasally]

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

[luckytaters]

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

[saudadesinfinitas-deactivated20]

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

[drayaintshit-deactivated2019030]

☝🏾😂

[callmedeku24]

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

[emeraldmercury]

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

[haiku-robot]

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

[jacobmick]

Because wise, I am.

[seymonecristina]

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

[fandomnerd9602]

Oh I’m not risking it! I’ve seen Holes and know the risks!

Keep those yellow spotted lizards away from me!!!

[firegal19]

Don’t know who this girl is. Don’t care. I’ma reblog this before something bad happens

[rejoiceesstuff]

I love myself and my family way too much for me to just scroll past this

[mayhem-moth-deactivated20250415]

OOHHHHH THAT LADY ALR

[mersinia]

I’m not sure who this is but I’m also kinda scared so reblogging to not fail my 2 exams

[very-real-australia]

not risking it

[bored-dromaeosaur]

I am terrified.

[silhouette-system-deactivated20]

me too tbh

[post-unuwuifer]

mhm mhm cant risk it

what if my family doesnt get potato water

[nutty-and-accurate]

I dids't once occupy the fair maiden's bedspread. Twas furthest as could be from cursed, I say.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Why, hello there. I have to ask - doesn't it get tiring to talk like that? I know I don't miss the days when I used to...

Oh, a Fairy 'mongst us, doth we has't? I shalt ponder myself honour'd at this venture thee has't madeth, but pardon me if 't be true I am not surpris'd as one without Sight would beest.

Peradventure mine own tongue would beest tiring f'r thee, Jester, but thee wilt recall - f'r thee, these words art proof of an era long past. F'r me, they art the only evidence I hath left of mine own life.

This language of mine is nay moo foreign to me as thy modern' English is to thee - and I doth not enter the habit of changing myself f'r ones who can well adjust.

[nutty-and-accurate]

THERES THIS RED GOO COMING OUT OF MY LEG!!! its painful please send help

-some transgender man in pain

I do fear thee've cometh to the wrong witch, young sir.

The Future is mine to hold, not thee Health. Peradventure I couldst guide thee to a friendly neighborhood demon, such as @ask-eric-the-disposable-demon. He'll beest sure to heal thee, certain I am of that...

Worry not. Thy wound shalt cease to ache you soon.

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Is it….blood? I appreciate the confidence in me, Agnes, but I do not know how humans work.

[nutty-and-accurate]

...aye, issue, t is blood. Most likely.

Either way, tis a young sir in needeth of healing! Wend, demon, heal!

[the-anathema-device]

…

Thankyou, I appreciate that.

( @nutty-and-accurate at least SOMEONE believes in me)

[nutty-and-accurate]

Alloweth those folk.

Thither's a reason they aren't the one with nice and accurate sight.

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

At which hour the Fath'r chances losing his brood, alloweth anarchy raineth, f'r Satan's wrath shalt commence a second and final endeth.

Beware f'r those thee calleth blood by loveth, f'r that Gent who is't is Disgrac'd by H'r yearns f'r their 'radication.

Wait what? Hold on, lemme try and figure this out.

-

At which hour the Father chances losing his brood, allow anarchy to rain, for Satan's wrath shall commence a second and final end.

Beware for those you call blood by love, for that Gent who is Disgraced by Her yearns for their eradication.

-

Oh fuck.

That's not good.

[tiny-anon]

a- are we in danger?!

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

I hope not. We'll figure this out, don't worry.

[helphowdoiusethis]

Eric? This doesn't seem good! Are we gonna die!?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

I don't know! But Agnes seemed to say if we heed her warnings, we'll be okay.

[violet-yimlat]

So what is the warning?

Be wary of one another? And who’s “her”? Because if it’s god then “that gent” is dad.

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Well, I think Her is God, but the Metatron is also disgraced I'd say.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Bravo, bravo!

The Fallen is the smartest, I seeth. Wouldst thee liketh to beest mine own apprentice, seeing as mine own family disgraces me?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Oh. Yay. This is not a great time to be right.

Um, I appreciate it, but I've already got a promotion. But your descendant is on here, @the-anathema-device and I wouldn't say she's a disgrace.

[the-anathema-device]

A-agnes? You’re - you… what???

Well, I’ve been interpreting these all my life. Might as well finish what I started.

The Father - that tends to be God in Agnes’s prophecies. After all, that’s what she’d’ve known God as. Though - the ‘he’ isn’t capitalised here. Ancient typo - or are we missing something?

His brood - angels? Wings? Hmm.

Second and final end - well, it’s not good, but she said the first was final too. Some things are ambiguous in the future. And it’s interesting- Satan’s wrath? Second coming?

(//someone with more Bible knowledge than me pls help!)

Blood by love - that’s got to be Aziraphale and Crowley, right? They are practically married, after all.

And well… that means that the ‘Gent’ is Metatron. He really does yearn for their eradication, from what I’ve heard. And the ‘She’ here is probably just a pronoun switch for God. It’s capitalised, after all.

And Agnes, I averted an apocalypse, thanks. It’s not my fault I didn’t know there was gonna be a second one - and I kind of just wanted to be normal for once, for God’s sake. I dedicated my whole life to you. I did a PhD a decade early for you. Do you know how exhausting that was? Knowing that my whole future was mapped out and if I made so much as a single wrong step, it’d kill the whole world. That’s a lot for a kid.

So I’m sorry if I’m a disgrace. I guess my best just isn’t fucking good enough.

@ohnomycomputerisonfire , I don’t think we burned Agnes good enough last time. Time to try again, do you think?

[nutty-and-accurate]

1/4, very disappointing, issue. Bethink of this with the sight of who is't t wast sent to.

I am not apologising again. I hadst given mine own regrets, sown into the pages thee did burn.

Thee can't burn one who is't is already dead, ladybird. I am not surpris'd thee wish to tryeth - very did expect, with how thee misprise one who merely hath tried most wondrous f'r thee to has't an interesting life.

Didst thee knoweth thither wast a variant of thy life whither thee reject'd th' good Newton, yond first night? Yond would has't been thy fate, without mine own guidance.

The World would has't ended, too, by the by.

[the-anathema-device]

Wait. 1/4? So- is the Father not God? Maybe it is Lucifer.

Stop speaking in rhymes. I know you know.

By-the-by, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a piece of God hidden in me, would you?

[nutty-and-accurate]

Truly, issue, the only ones i spoonf'd wast mine own daughters. Doth not join the list.

Wherefore doth thee bethink thou art called Ladybird?

Thee aren't nearly achieved enow to slut-shame, lief.

[the-anathema-device]

Well, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way then.

By your own words - ‘Thee can't burn one who is't is already dead, ladybird.’ I was being ironic.

And you didn’t answer my question.

[nutty-and-accurate]

I didst.

Thither is a lot I knoweth, ladybird. T's up to thee to understandeth what I bid thee.

Like I hath said. Thee can at each moment asketh f'r what thee wanteth. l shall at each moment answer. 'T all depends on how thee phrase the question....

[the-anathema-device]

Well. I have two questions.

1) How do we stop the apocalypse?

2) Why is there a goddamn piece of God in me and how do i fix it?

I know I won’t get a straight answer… but I might as well ask.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Oh, ladybird.... I did warn thee. Mine own answer depends on thy question.

Thee stand ho the Apocalypse by ensuring Her shards art safe and out of Enoch's hands. Yet, can thee stand ho something yond hast yet to start? Nay, thee shall simply avoid t. The Apocalypse, thee shall findeth, is unavoidable. Darn'd inconvenient, but yond is the fate we might not but resign ourself to.

Thee has't choices, as all doth - avoid t till thy last breathe, and see the World End with thee, 'r incite on the End's start, such yond thee may beest the irreplaceable piece of this World's saviors.

As f'r thy second question....

Thither is a 'goddamn piece of god' in thee as She hath chosen thee, trusting mine own choice of worthy descendant. Blinking idiot I wast, to bethink thee worthy and capable of yond honour.

Thither is nothing to fix, ladybird. Simply thee has't what thee can useth to fix all else.

I has't given thee moo than hath asked. Thee ought to thank me, as I knoweth thee shall not.

[nutty-and-accurate]

THERES THIS RED GOO COMING OUT OF MY LEG!!! its painful please send help

-some transgender man in pain

I do fear thee've cometh to the wrong witch, young sir.

The Future is mine to hold, not thee Health. Peradventure I couldst guide thee to a friendly neighborhood demon, such as @ask-eric-the-disposable-demon. He'll beest sure to heal thee, certain I am of that...

Worry not. Thy wound shalt cease to ache you soon.

[chloe-decker-lapd]

I rememb'r thee. Didst thee not betray thy loveth f'r a bodement? Admirable trusteth in Fate, lief, though the whole thing wast a bite depressing. How doest His trusteth healeth, Detective?

Who the fuck are you? And why do you care? My relationship with Lucifer is not a free-for-all for any supernatural beings that want to bother him.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Tis Agnes Nutter. The Nicest and Most Accurate Prophet on this side of the Multiverse.

I care not much. Thy relationship wast at each moment mine own daughter's obsession - I wast busy enow laughing at mine own, no more brain than stone, angel and demon.

[chloe-decker-lapd]

Well. Hello. You're not another one of the children Lucifer adopted, are you?

I think I know who you're talking about. I've overheard Lucifer talking to Mazikeen about an "Aziraphale and Crowley" before.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Prithee, the Devil didst not adopt me any moo than he didst thee. Though, peradventure thither wast potential f'r me to beest his stepmother.

Aziraphale and Crowley! The first true love! They setteth the stage f'r yours, aye they didst - the first lovers the stars did cross, and unit'd the same. Oh, how I love those old folk.

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

At which hour the Fath'r chances losing his brood, alloweth anarchy raineth, f'r Satan's wrath shalt commence a second and final endeth.

Beware f'r those thee calleth blood by loveth, f'r that Gent who is't is Disgrac'd by H'r yearns f'r their 'radication.

Wait what? Hold on, lemme try and figure this out.

-

At which hour the Father chances losing his brood, allow anarchy to rain, for Satan's wrath shall commence a second and final end.

Beware for those you call blood by love, for that Gent who is Disgraced by Her yearns for their eradication.

-

Oh fuck.

That's not good.

[tiny-anon]

a- are we in danger?!

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

I hope not. We'll figure this out, don't worry.

[helphowdoiusethis]

Eric? This doesn't seem good! Are we gonna die!?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

I don't know! But Agnes seemed to say if we heed her warnings, we'll be okay.

[violet-yimlat]

So what is the warning?

Be wary of one another? And who’s “her”? Because if it’s god then “that gent” is dad.

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Well, I think Her is God, but the Metatron is also disgraced I'd say.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Bravo, bravo!

The Fallen is the smartest, I seeth. Wouldst thee liketh to beest mine own apprentice, seeing as mine own family disgraces me?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Oh. Yay. This is not a great time to be right.

Um, I appreciate it, but I've already got a promotion. But your descendant is on here, @the-anathema-device and I wouldn't say she's a disgrace.

[the-anathema-device]

A-agnes? You’re - you… what???

Well, I’ve been interpreting these all my life. Might as well finish what I started.

The Father - that tends to be God in Agnes’s prophecies. After all, that’s what she’d’ve known God as. Though - the ‘he’ isn’t capitalised here. Ancient typo - or are we missing something?

His brood - angels? Wings? Hmm.

Second and final end - well, it’s not good, but she said the first was final too. Some things are ambiguous in the future. And it’s interesting- Satan’s wrath? Second coming?

(//someone with more Bible knowledge than me pls help!)

Blood by love - that’s got to be Aziraphale and Crowley, right? They are practically married, after all.

And well… that means that the ‘Gent’ is Metatron. He really does yearn for their eradication, from what I’ve heard. And the ‘She’ here is probably just a pronoun switch for God. It’s capitalised, after all.

And Agnes, I averted an apocalypse, thanks. It’s not my fault I didn’t know there was gonna be a second one - and I kind of just wanted to be normal for once, for God’s sake. I dedicated my whole life to you. I did a PhD a decade early for you. Do you know how exhausting that was? Knowing that my whole future was mapped out and if I made so much as a single wrong step, it’d kill the whole world. That’s a lot for a kid.

So I’m sorry if I’m a disgrace. I guess my best just isn’t fucking good enough.

@ohnomycomputerisonfire , I don’t think we burned Agnes good enough last time. Time to try again, do you think?

[nutty-and-accurate]

1/4, very disappointing, issue. Bethink of this with the sight of who is't t wast sent to.

I am not apologising again. I hadst given mine own regrets, sown into the pages thee did burn.

Thee can't burn one who is't is already dead, ladybird. I am not surpris'd thee wish to tryeth - very did expect, with how thee misprise one who merely hath tried most wondrous f'r thee to has't an interesting life.

Didst thee knoweth thither wast a variant of thy life whither thee reject'd th' good Newton, yond first night? Yond would has't been thy fate, without mine own guidance.

The World would has't ended, too, by the by.

[the-anathema-device]

Wait. 1/4? So- is the Father not God? Maybe it is Lucifer.

Stop speaking in rhymes. I know you know.

By-the-by, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a piece of God hidden in me, would you?

[nutty-and-accurate]

Truly, issue, the only ones i spoonf'd wast mine own daughters. Doth not join the list.

Wherefore doth thee bethink thou art called Ladybird?

Thee aren't nearly achieved enow to slut-shame, lief.

[the-anathema-device]

Well, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way then.

By your own words - ‘Thee can't burn one who is't is already dead, ladybird.’ I was being ironic.

And you didn’t answer my question.

[nutty-and-accurate]

I didst.

Thither is a lot I knoweth, ladybird. T's up to thee to understandeth what I bid thee.

Like I hath said. Thee can at each moment asketh f'r what thee wanteth. l shall at each moment answer. 'T all depends on how thee phrase the question....

[theangel-aziraphale]

Doth not feareth 'r feareth f'r thyself, 'r thy children, 'r thy Satan, Cocoa Principality. Thou art not blamed, f'r thou art not at censure .

The glitt'r incident wast writ in the v'ry stars young Jay wast b'rn from.

Eke, has't amorous rite with thy demon. Lucif'r might beest content with fluff and did hurt/comf'rt, but I am h're f'r the smut.

Agnes???

*It's like meeting a celebrity!*

Ah, well... No, perhaps I ought not to blame myself. I am trying not to. I am also trying to work up the courage to discuss these feelings at all.

Fate is a tricky thing. A cruel being at times.

Agnes! I - anything like that would be behind closed doors anyway! For example, we did actually go out to Cambersands with The Bentley a while back. Things... happened.

[imthebentley]

I'm not saying anything. And yall'll never break me.

[theangel-aziraphale]

And I hope no one will try and force you to tell them either!

[nutty-and-accurate]

Oh, behold at thee, thee lief angel. Thy progress is quite quaint, I wilt sayeth.

I didst fear f'r the longest time yond at which hour t cameth to the bedroom, thee both would beest moo preoccupi'd with in scarlet than aught else....

[nutty-and-accurate]

YOU!!!

-@adam-n-dog

Oh, if 't be true t isn't the sweet dram knave! Yes, thee hath followed mine own sight to the very end of mine own first Vision, lief, aye thee didst.

How proud t maketh me feeleth! Aye, this is a worthy sir! One who is't the ordinary can depend on. Peradventure I ought to has't hath sent thee mine own second Sights.

[adam-n-dog]

Uh. I mean. Yeah. Sure I guess. What is she saying

But anyways-

Why did you tell Anathema that she was a failure? Anathema is one of the few adults that actually listens to us, and she's always tried to do what's right?

[nutty-and-accurate]

Children, I sayeth. Peradventure I ought to speaketh in a tongue thee can understandeth...

Bestie ya girly be saying that ya be slaying all I expected of ya, kk? Like, frfr, so fricken proud, ahhh! Kinda wish I'd given you my prophecies, lmao, they'd make good vines.

Also, Anathema be like, such a boomer, eww, we don't stan at all...

Suitable to thy understanding?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

At which hour the Fath'r chances losing his brood, alloweth anarchy raineth, f'r Satan's wrath shalt commence a second and final endeth.

Beware f'r those thee calleth blood by loveth, f'r that Gent who is't is Disgrac'd by H'r yearns f'r their 'radication.

Wait what? Hold on, lemme try and figure this out.

-

At which hour the Father chances losing his brood, allow anarchy to rain, for Satan's wrath shall commence a second and final end.

Beware for those you call blood by love, for that Gent who is Disgraced by Her yearns for their eradication.

-

Oh fuck.

That's not good.

[tiny-anon]

a- are we in danger?!

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

I hope not. We'll figure this out, don't worry.

[helphowdoiusethis]

Eric? This doesn't seem good! Are we gonna die!?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

I don't know! But Agnes seemed to say if we heed her warnings, we'll be okay.

[violet-yimlat]

So what is the warning?

Be wary of one another? And who’s “her”? Because if it’s god then “that gent” is dad.

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Well, I think Her is God, but the Metatron is also disgraced I'd say.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Bravo, bravo!

The Fallen is the smartest, I seeth. Wouldst thee liketh to beest mine own apprentice, seeing as mine own family disgraces me?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Oh. Yay. This is not a great time to be right.

Um, I appreciate it, but I've already got a promotion. But your descendant is on here, @the-anathema-device and I wouldn't say she's a disgrace.

[the-anathema-device]

A-agnes? You’re - you… what???

Well, I’ve been interpreting these all my life. Might as well finish what I started.

The Father - that tends to be God in Agnes’s prophecies. After all, that’s what she’d’ve known God as. Though - the ‘he’ isn’t capitalised here. Ancient typo - or are we missing something?

His brood - angels? Wings? Hmm.

Second and final end - well, it’s not good, but she said the first was final too. Some things are ambiguous in the future. And it’s interesting- Satan’s wrath? Second coming?

(//someone with more Bible knowledge than me pls help!)

Blood by love - that’s got to be Aziraphale and Crowley, right? They are practically married, after all.

And well… that means that the ‘Gent’ is Metatron. He really does yearn for their eradication, from what I’ve heard. And the ‘She’ here is probably just a pronoun switch for God. It’s capitalised, after all.

And Agnes, I averted an apocalypse, thanks. It’s not my fault I didn’t know there was gonna be a second one - and I kind of just wanted to be normal for once, for God’s sake. I dedicated my whole life to you. I did a PhD a decade early for you. Do you know how exhausting that was? Knowing that my whole future was mapped out and if I made so much as a single wrong step, it’d kill the whole world. That’s a lot for a kid.

So I’m sorry if I’m a disgrace. I guess my best just isn’t fucking good enough.

@ohnomycomputerisonfire , I don’t think we burned Agnes good enough last time. Time to try again, do you think?

[nutty-and-accurate]

1/4, very disappointing, issue. Bethink of this with the sight of who is't t wast sent to.

I am not apologising again. I hadst given mine own regrets, sown into the pages thee did burn.

Thee can't burn one who is't is already dead, ladybird. I am not surpris'd thee wish to tryeth - very did expect, with how thee misprise one who merely hath tried most wondrous f'r thee to has't an interesting life.

Didst thee knoweth thither wast a variant of thy life whither thee reject'd th' good Newton, yond first night? Yond would has't been thy fate, without mine own guidance.

The World would has't ended, too, by the by.

[the-anathema-device]

Wait. 1/4? So- is the Father not God? Maybe it is Lucifer.

Stop speaking in rhymes. I know you know.

By-the-by, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a piece of God hidden in me, would you?

[nutty-and-accurate]

Truly, issue, the only ones i spoonf'd wast mine own daughters. Doth not join the list.

Wherefore doth thee bethink thou art called Ladybird?

Thee aren't nearly achieved enow to slut-shame, lief.

[centuriespast]

All witchcraft comes from carnal lust, which in women is insatiable.

-- Malleus Maleficarum

[colleendoran]

Agnes Nutter, what a gal.

[janeway-lover]

@nutty-and-accurate

[nutty-and-accurate]

Doth not maketh me in scarlet, young one! Thither is shame hath left in this fusty soul yet, aye thither is.

Yet, nev'r has't moo accurate words been said. Especially considering how I receiveth mine own Gift....

[nutty-and-accurate]

You're seriously screwing up your descendent, you know? She deserves better.

And I hath tried to giveth that lady better.

Alas, thither is only so much I can tryeth, at which hour mine own efforts art did reduce to ash upon touching the one I seek to save.

[nutty-and-accurate]

YOU!!!

-@adam-n-dog

Oh, if 't be true t isn't the sweet dram knave! Yes, thee hath followed mine own sight to the very end of mine own first Vision, lief, aye thee didst.

How proud t maketh me feeleth! Aye, this is a worthy sir! One who is't the ordinary can depend on. Peradventure I ought to has't hath sent thee mine own second Sights.

[nutty-and-accurate]

So. Are you somehow time-travelling, or have you historically sent a list of prophetic Tumblr replies to some poor person and blackmailed them into posting them?

- Ladybird

Prithee, ladybird, if 't be true I did want to wend through all yond ado, I'd has't done t moo dramatically. Not such as this - scampering across every corse I can findeth like a homeless vagabond.

Humans has't grown weaker since mine own time. In mine day, coequal the weakest would has't taken much moo time to possess, aye they would has't. Yet, I suppose humans in mine own day didst fear the future enow to not wend about seeking t.

Fools, humans in mine own day wast. Just as thou art, is't not, @the-anathema-device?

The Nutter Descendant, did reduce to asking the commonfolk the interpretation of mine own sight. Shame, shame, shame, yond they art better at t, even.

Shame, shame, shame, Ladybird.

[chloe-decker-lapd]

I rememb'r thee. Didst thee not betray thy loveth f'r a bodement? Admirable trusteth in Fate, lief, though the whole thing wast a bite depressing. How doest His trusteth healeth, Detective?

Who the fuck are you? And why do you care? My relationship with Lucifer is not a free-for-all for any supernatural beings that want to bother him.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Tis Agnes Nutter. The Nicest and Most Accurate Prophet on this side of the Multiverse.

I care not much. Thy relationship wast at each moment mine own daughter's obsession - I wast busy enow laughing at mine own, no more brain than stone, angel and demon.

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

At which hour the Fath'r chances losing his brood, alloweth anarchy raineth, f'r Satan's wrath shalt commence a second and final endeth.

Beware f'r those thee calleth blood by loveth, f'r that Gent who is't is Disgrac'd by H'r yearns f'r their 'radication.

Wait what? Hold on, lemme try and figure this out.

-

At which hour the Father chances losing his brood, allow anarchy to rain, for Satan's wrath shall commence a second and final end.

Beware for those you call blood by love, for that Gent who is Disgraced by Her yearns for their eradication.

-

Oh fuck.

That's not good.

[tiny-anon]

a- are we in danger?!

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

I hope not. We'll figure this out, don't worry.

[helphowdoiusethis]

Eric? This doesn't seem good! Are we gonna die!?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

I don't know! But Agnes seemed to say if we heed her warnings, we'll be okay.

[violet-yimlat]

So what is the warning?

Be wary of one another? And who’s “her”? Because if it’s god then “that gent” is dad.

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Well, I think Her is God, but the Metatron is also disgraced I'd say.

[nutty-and-accurate]

Bravo, bravo!

The Fallen is the smartest, I seeth. Wouldst thee liketh to beest mine own apprentice, seeing as mine own family disgraces me?

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

Oh. Yay. This is not a great time to be right.

Um, I appreciate it, but I've already got a promotion. But your descendant is on here, @the-anathema-device and I wouldn't say she's a disgrace.

[the-anathema-device]

A-agnes? You’re - you… what???

Well, I’ve been interpreting these all my life. Might as well finish what I started.

The Father - that tends to be God in Agnes’s prophecies. After all, that’s what she’d’ve known God as. Though - the ‘he’ isn’t capitalised here. Ancient typo - or are we missing something?

His brood - angels? Wings? Hmm.

Second and final end - well, it’s not good, but she said the first was final too. Some things are ambiguous in the future. And it’s interesting- Satan’s wrath? Second coming?

(//someone with more Bible knowledge than me pls help!)

Blood by love - that’s got to be Aziraphale and Crowley, right? They are practically married, after all.

And well… that means that the ‘Gent’ is Metatron. He really does yearn for their eradication, from what I’ve heard. And the ‘She’ here is probably just a pronoun switch for God. It’s capitalised, after all.

And Agnes, I averted an apocalypse, thanks. It’s not my fault I didn’t know there was gonna be a second one - and I kind of just wanted to be normal for once, for God’s sake. I dedicated my whole life to you. I did a PhD a decade early for you. Do you know how exhausting that was? Knowing that my whole future was mapped out and if I made so much as a single wrong step, it’d kill the whole world. That’s a lot for a kid.

So I’m sorry if I’m a disgrace. I guess my best just isn’t fucking good enough.

@ohnomycomputerisonfire , I don’t think we burned Agnes good enough last time. Time to try again, do you think?

[nutty-and-accurate]

1/4, very disappointing, issue. Bethink of this with the sight of who is't t wast sent to.

I am not apologising again. I hadst given mine own regrets, sown into the pages thee did burn.

Thee can't burn one who is't is already dead, ladybird. I am not surpris'd thee wish to tryeth - very did expect, with how thee misprise one who merely hath tried most wondrous f'r thee to has't an interesting life.

Didst thee knoweth thither wast a variant of thy life whither thee reject'd th' good Newton, yond first night? Yond would has't been thy fate, without mine own guidance.

The World would has't ended, too, by the by.