When the Lord Herself wants to look into the human world, She rarely takes a direct peek from Her place in the cosmos. For starters, Her unfiltered gaze can scorch the planet if She isn’t careful, and there are enough things working against Earth these days; it doesn’t exactly need Her help being destructive. On top of that, when you exist in all eleven dimensions, you don’t always understand what you’re seeing when you’re only looking at a couple of those. No, God uses a conceit She’s quite proud of whenever She gets the urge to go visit Her human Earth.
She unravels Herself from Her own high-stakes game of cosmological poker, and goes to play the earthly version.
When God wants to drop in on humanity, She goes to Vegas.
The first chapter of my @do-it-with-style-events Reverse Bang piece with @sevdrag is up! I’ve wanted to paint something of Good Omens God inspired by Frances McDormand’s 2018 Met Gala Look (TM) for awhile now, and am so so happy to have held onto it so Sev could write such an amazing story with it! ^_^
The Good AUmens AU Fest is an event of over 100 authors and artists, all producing new alternate universe works based on a prompt that was assigned to them. They’ve been at work since early March and the works will debut during the month of June.
This is the second of five weekly masterposts.
[ Link to previous masterposts: 1 ]
Works arranged by date posted
June 7
Memory Loss AU: Another Time, Another Place by @indigo-angels
Medical AU: An Ending (Ascent) by @antikate
June 8
Medieval AU: Opposite Sides (art) by @scriobharis
June 9
High Fantasy AU: This artwork by @khenqart
Rumplestiltskin AU: Spinning Straw by @nicnacsnonsense
Post-Apocalypse Survival AU: This artwork by @it-is-ineffable
June 10
Fey AU: through the silent wood by @summerofspock
Western AU: Your lasso wound around my neck by @d20owlbear
Roommate AU: Lest They Be Flatmates in Disguise by @theoldaquarian
Animal Rescue AU: See the beginning of the series here (art) by @apocalypsenah
June 11
Stage Thespian AU: The Show Must Go Wrong by @noodlefrog-omens
Tolkien AU: The Lord of the Wings, or To the World and Back Again by @mirach
Pokemon AU: See the beginning of the series here (art) by @katherine1753
June 12
Public Transit AU: come on darling, let's be lovers by @truncated-symphony
1950s Queer Activists AU: Put down the apple, Adam, and come away with me by @arokel
Neighbors AU: Yellow Grass, High Tide by @ivory-line
June 13
Psychics AU: things not seen by @splitting-infinities
Royalty AU: Crowning Achievements by @writing-mostly-probably
A @do-it-with-style-events RBB event written by @darkshadows93 (me!) and art by @apocalypsenah
prepare to...
Rattle the Stars!
Inspired by the ‘Loot of Thousand Worlds” sixteen year old Adam Young stumbles upon a golden apple that leads him on an intergalactic treasure hunt to find the legendary treasure trove of Captain Agnes Nutter. Instead of finding the ‘Loot of Thousand Worlds’, Adam finds that family is the most important treasure of all.
A Good Omens Treasure planet fusion.
Excerpt below!
A ship broke through the dingy clouds, engines sputtering with black smoke as it howled past the Inn before slowly crashing into the docks, the front facing wings shattering hanging limply off the chasm. Adam held his breath as he waited what seemed like a lifetime for any movement, the smoke growing thicker as fire sparked to life. His legs took off, propelling the teen down the roof, sliding down the panels like a bird in flight. Momentum carried him, his legs hitting the hard earth like the thunder overhead.
“Hey!” Adam yelled out, skidding onto the docks, “Hey! You alright? Hey!” He released a harsh cough as toxic flames filled his lungs as he pounded on the cockpit, “H-Hello?” The cockpit was full of black smoke, the occupant nothing more than a shadow, still and unmoving. Adam pounded on the window once more as the fire spread down the soft metal. “Come on!” Adam kicked at the door, trying to free the jammed lock.
The shadow shifted, a monstrous cough echoed from within the burning ship as panic surged throughout Adam’s veins. He wanted to call for help. He knew he couldn’t save the pilot by himself. But would they come running if he yelled? Would Aziraphale think he was robbing the poor soul who crashed? Screw it. They would probably think it was his fault.
A dark green scaly hand slapped against the window as the door burst open, a small chest and the reptilian fell onto the ground, black ichor pooling from deep lacerations spayed across his chest. Chameleon-like eyes scanned the world around them in feverish panic as he grabbed Adam’s collar pulling him close, his scales turning a dark blood red, “He’s coming, boy. Don’t you hear him? A mad man. The sounds of hissing and seething, the sounds of scales scraping against metal. The eyes, boy. Those yellow eyes burning down into the depths of your very soul like the devil himself!”
“Uh…” Adam staggered back, the front of his jacket now coated in a lurid film of black, “I think you might have hit your head there, mister.”
The reptilian croaks as ichor spewed from his lips, staring at the boy with crazed eyes. “He’s mad, that serpent. Vain and corrupted, he is. He’s after my treasure, that fiendish serpent and his hoard of demons.” the ichor pooled beneath his feet, raining down upon the charred chest, “He thinks he can win. He thinks he will get the treasure - He thinks he will- !” He wheezed, straining to lift his treasure.
He cackles, pitch spilling from his mouth as his frail body swayed with every step. “He’ll have to- will have to- '' a severe cough rattled his body as he collapsed onto the chest. “He will have to pull it from my dead hands. Ligur never-never-”
“Uh-” Adam looked back to the Inn, hoping the old building would give him a silent form of guidance. The Inn, standing in solace in the shadows of the storm as dense, frigid rain started to fall from the gloomy sky. He blinked, shaking the water from his eyes as he looked down at the suffering reptilian.
What would his mother think if he rushed into Inn, covered in pitch colored blood, helping a pilot on the run? The thought plagued him as Ligur started to crawl towards him, holding out his blood-stained hands in the act of mercy, “Come on…” Adam wrapped Ligur’s arm across his shoulder, the chest firmly tucked in the free arm of the reptilian as they staggered towards the solemn building.
Pumpkin Spice And Everything Nice (And Accurate) is HERE!! With Crowley POV by @a-bastard-to-be-worth-knowing (me) and Aziraphale POV by @apocalypsenah (an amazing human) for the @go-events POV pairs event (which was very fun)!
Our prompt was “enjoying a human holiday or tradition” and we decided on Halloween. Because, you know, spooky season is nearly here. (We promise, they’ll enjoy it eventually, just after freaky fiascoes, summoning shenanigans, and Halloween hijinks 😁)
This was the third time in two weeks that the customer in sunglasses had been in.
Aziraphale had started out thinking he’d been a fellow uni student, looking for a place to study, but he never brought in anything to study from. Now he was starting to wonder whether the fellow was actually casing the joint. Although if so, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. He mostly slouched in the same chair, red hair bright in the dim, reading a cheap paperback of Hamlet pulled from a shelf. Or seemed to read it, anyway, although it was impossible to tell.
Sometimes it felt a bit like he was staring at Aziraphale, as Aziraphale worked, shelving books or running the register. Aziraphale was fairly used to that. He didn’t select his clothing, argyle and tartan and neat bow ties, to blend in, after all. And blending in was never an option in any case.
Aziraphale set his last book back on the shelf with a bit more force than the situation called for, then backed away, hands tangling together.
Read on AO3
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It’s time! Today begins a new journey into the Soft Zone(TM) with your humble wordmaker, wonderful illustrator @apocalypsenah and wonderful podficcer @quillomens . There is the start of a multimedia adventure awaiting you at the link above. There are also two humans, and some other humans, and a bookshop. And twenty-one years of shared history! It’s not six thousand, but it’s relatively a lot, for humans.
Eventual soft ace romance; Crowley being completely heart-eyed over a visibly fat Aziraphale; some angst, from sources both internal and external, but I promise it all ends happy. More notes and some important warnings at the AO3 link above!
Brought to you by the @do-it-with-style-events Mini Bang! Now with more miniaturized explosions.
@do-it-with-style-events is go! Here we go people! I’m doing a hype thing! I think. I’ve never done a bang before, so this is all very exciting!
Coming on the 8th of July - The One That Got Away
Written by your’s truly with illustrations from @apocalypsenah!
For Aziraphale, life ought to be simple. Abide by the rules of the shoal, protect their hidden realm from curious humans, patrol the eastern gates and take care of any threats. And when the time comes, join the battle against humanity.
The trouble is that Aziraphale rather likes human things, which is quite a problem for a merman. A fatal one if the shoal leader ever finds out. But as long as he stays out of sight of the humans and the shoal never finds out, everything will be fine.
A Good Omens/Treasure Planet fusion, written by @darkshadows93 with art by me!
“Inspired by the ‘Loot of Thousand Worlds” sixteen-year-old Adam Young stumbles upon a golden apple that leads him on an intergalactic treasure hunt to find the legendary treasure trove of Captain Agnes Nutter. Instead of finding the ‘Loot of Thousand Worlds’, Adam finds that family is the most important treasure of all.”
Read here ⭐
Part of @do-it-with-style-events‘ Reverse Big Bang!
