If you’re looking for a slightly spooky read this Halloween, my series Seafoam: A Friend for Madison, “Island Shadows” is and issue that focuses on young Madison O’Brien and her night stranded on the magical island... trying to avoid the very hungry Grindylowe.
Interested?
The issue can be purchased/ordered from any comic shop. Honestly, some of them will outright refuse or try to tell you it’s on backorder because there’s a bias with ordering from small publishers, but they CAN do it.
Or if you’d like to purchase the trade, you can do so by clicking the links
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Summary:
1. First impression: what the hell this Megamind fan is blunt and cool as hell2. Truth is: I WAS RIGHT!3. How old do you look: I’ve never seen you irl!4. Have you ever made me laugh: yes5. Have you ever made me mad: briefly yes6. Best feature: Your sense of humor is fantastic~7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nope8. You’re my: fandom friend9. Name in my phone: n/a10. Should you post this too? do the thing
*CMS walks through the woods to Jen's house. When he gets there he flies up to her balcony and knocks on door. Not wanting to look as anxious as he feels, he stands up straight and raises his chin, looking all kingly n' shit.*
*At the sound of his knock, Jen wakes up. She crawls down from her bunk and stumbles, knocking shit over.*
*CMS knocks again*
CMS: Jen?
*She falls against the door and looks through peeky hole*
JEN: Is someone there or am I hearing things again?
CMS: Again? ...it's me. Are you home? Of course you're home. I, uh...I'd like to see you. if you have a moment.
*She realizes who it is and pulls into herself, fiddling her fingers*
JEN: I... uh...
*She swallows, hesitant to unlock the door. She's unsure she wants to face him.*
JEN: W- what are you doing out here... it's a bit out of the way of... everything.
CMS: You left your sketchbook at my house.
JEN: ...Oh.
JEN: And here I thought it had grown legs and run off. Um...
*She tries to reach for the book while keeping the door mostly closed.*
*CMS holds the book to his chest and says*
CMS: May I come in?
JEN: You wanna come inside? Well...
*She begins to kindly make an excuse but he says-*
CMS: (firmly) Yes. I'd like come come in, please.
JEN: Okay … but you, uh … you look like you have places to be.
CMS: The only place I have to be is here.
*He walks in and sits down on the beanbag.*
CMS: How have you been?
*Jen gets a bit self conscious seeing as he's all dressed up and she looks like a mess.*
JEN: I'm fine. I've just been here doing... stuff and... things and...
*She notices he's still holding her sketchbook, like it's his ransom.*
JEN: You want something in return for the sketchbook, don't you?
*CMS looks a bit hurt*
CMS: No, I ... I merely wished to speak with you .
*He notices her looking at the sketchbook and hands to it her. Jen looks down, runs her fingers over the cover, knowing he looked through it. She brings it to her chest, hugging it, She looks away, her brows pinched, voice dry.*
JEN: I'm not really in the talking mood. It's late.
*CMS's eyes flash*
CMS: (stern, ordering) Jen. Sit.
JEN: I'm not really in the mood for sitting either.
*She snaps, her frustration seeping through. Her mouth presses into a fine line.*
CMS: (frustrated) Jen - look -
*He sighs, calms himself down*
CMS: I know you're upset about what happened last weekend, so let's stop with the bobbing and weaving, shall we? You left your sketchbook at my house and you haven't been by for a week, so I must assume that if you are this upset it's - it's for good reason."
His face falls, kingly manner gone.
CMS: Just ... please ... tell me what happened
*Jen's eyes snap to his, hardened. It's a rare expression for her, a focused, controlled kind of anger. *
JEN: You stop doing that. You're like a child when you don't get your way. How about you tell ME what happened? You seemed so pleased with yourself when I finally came to.
*CMS looks stunned. He opens his hands.*
CMS: Jen -I don't REMEMBER what happened. MY memory stops about midway through smashing mailboxes and starts when we awoke. I figured if you were this upset it must be because YOU remember what happened, and it was ... terrible. That I did something terrible...to...to you.
*She shakes her head, convinced he's putting on an act. Jen rubs her eye to keep the tears at bay.*
JEN: You were so smug when we got up, you're telling me you don't remember anything?
*CMS looks perplexed*
CMS: Smug? What are you TALKING about? When I woke up I had had a headache so severe it felt like I had a battleaxe through my skull. Perhaps you mistook pain for smugness? What did I have to be smug about? Waking up in the middle of the woods like a hobo?
*Jen rolls her eyes, scoffing.*
JEN: You tell ME why don't you, your fucking pants open, crouching over me, smirking and cracking jokes.
CMS: I - listen, I didn't KNOW my pants were open until you ran off. As for the jokes, I figured if I felt that god-awful after the terror, you must have felt thrice as bad. I was trying to stay in good spirits for YOUR sake. Also you were dressed up like a deer. For some reason. And it was cute. You looked cute! But I figured you were about twenty seconds from vomiting if you felt a fraction as bad as I did - imagine my surprise when you got up and took off like a bat out of hell for no discernable reason!
JEN: Oh, poor baby. And how very thoughtful of you.
*She tosses sketchbook past his head and onto the counter.*
JEN: For the record I don't GET hangovers. I also don't like waking up in the woods dressed as a deer not remembering shit next to the guy I honestly thought was my friend with the evidence of what happened literally -just -in my face. I really, really...
She stops, takes a breath and closes her eyes. Jen rubs her eye, walks over to her desk and sits, rolls her chair around so her back is to him.
JEN: ...I told you I didn't feel like talking
CMS: Jen. I. Don't. Remember. What. Happened.
JEN: (scoffing) Fine. Whatever.
CMS: (angrily) Oh. Well great. YOU'RE the big victim here. YOU'RE the one who's been treated unfairly, hm? You really thought I was YOUR friend? Funny that, because I thought YOU were MINE.
*Jen looks over her shoulder a bit, surprised but still cautious.*
CMS: If you can be BOTHERED how about you look at this from MY perspective for twenty seconds. We wake up together in some forest, you run off crying, and I have no memory of what happened, only the brief supposition that I may have done something HORRIBLE to my best friend while blackout drunk. When I come here to try to address the issue, you treat me as a criminal based on nothing more than whatever horrible things you APPARENTLY still assume about me - and to be perfectly honest after all we've been though, I thought we were well past the point where you just defaulted to my being evil. I thought you were different than every other brainless peasant that wanders into my throne room, well, silly me. Silly me to have missed you so this week, and to have worried for you. I'll be going, sorry to have bothered you.
*He starts to get up to leave.*
JEN: No-
*She spins around in the chair, wiping her eyes.*
JEN: ... I- I'm sorry. You're not evil. It was... easier... to accept those horrible things when I expected them. Not because of you... I just... I figured, well... I'm...
CMS: You're what?
JEN: I'm... not useful.
*He takes a second to thinks this over, but remains perplexed*
CMS: ...what?
JEN: CMS I honestly don't for the love of God KNOW why you keep me around. I figured – well – I figured once you'd had your way with me, you'd be done with me.
CMS: ...what? Why in the world would you think that?
JEN: B- because... aside from drawing pictures what good am I? I live in a tree... I mean I can't use magic. I'm squishy, I'm awkward, I'm a big dork... why do you still look so confused? Stop making that face, you're making me feel stupid.
CMS: I'm sorry, I just ... well ..
*He smiles*
CMS: This...this right here, is exactly why.
JEN: (stares in utter confusion) Wha... You're not making any sense?
CMS: Oh, but I am. Jen - please take a moment and reflect on the number of people I have in my life that treat me as they would any other person. Please tell me the number of people close to me that DON'T blow smoke up my ass or want something from me. You'll find that number is exactly
*He points to Jen*
CMS: one.
JEN: (stares at his finger) Ah.
*There's a long pause. She suddenly leaps into his lap, wraps her arms around his neck, squeezes with all her might, burying her face into his beard*
JEN: I'm sorry CMS. I'm a butt.
*He laughs and hugs her back, resting his chin on the top of her head*
CMS: No, I'm the butt, madam. In all honesty I don't know why YOU tolerate ME harassing you all the time. And I can see why waking up the way we did would upset you, after ...all that, from me.
JEN: Oh well... you're just a big flirt, that's how you are. You don't mean it.
*Jen gives him a squeeze and leans back, smiling*
JEN: I'm glad we got this mess sorted out. (fiddles her fingers) I missed you too you lecherous old goat.
CMS: Well...speaking of lechery, this does leave us with one last predicament. What actually...DID happen?
JEN: Good question (rubs the back of her neck) I mean... we mutually agree as to what it LOOKED like but... er, who knows. (Jen smirks) You'd think with all that talk I'd have a more definitive answer.... I instantly regret saying that aloud.
*CMS raises an eyebrow.*
CMS: Oh, very funny, madam. As for the forest I don't know, but when and if it does take place, you'll remember ... and I ... I would hope it would be a .. a good memory. Better than ... well better than THAT probably was. If it was anything. That, uh .. that's not how I would have wanted it. With you. For you. Well. With us. I'm shutting up now.
JEN: For me? (stiffles a giggle, looks down and then back up with a bubbly smirk) Smooth.
CMS: That was just about the most clumsy assortment of random words that ever stumbled out of my mouth, but if you're determined to label it 'smooth' I won't argue.
JEN: Do the other ladies know you're a dork or is that confidential bestie info?
CMS: Heh. No, just you. You're the only person who knows about the dork behind the green curtain.And let's keep it that way, shall we?
JEN: (smirks. Puts her index finger to her lips)
CMS: Your discretion is appreciated.
JEN: Your honesty is sweet. So... I know how you hate to be held up. You're all dolled up, so if you have somewhere to go... like, don't worry if you have to take off, it's cool.
CMS: (shrugs) Nowhere to be but here.
JEN: (smiles, nonchalantly gestures towards her bunk) Oh. Well you look nice for … my house. But if yu have nowhere to be, you wanna... watch a movie?
CMS: If you say "Cars" I'm leaving.
JEN: (Her hands cover the huge grin on her face. She collects herself then pulls her hands away) Here... (She climbs out of his lap and plops down in front of the bookshelf. Crossing her legs she skims her finger along the titles) ... how about... we watch... this (Jen holds Howl's Moving Castle over her head, bending backwards, to show it to him)
CMS: There's a castle in it, I 'm partial to castles.
JEN: It's not a... typical castle. It has witches and wizards and a curse in it. You'll like it I think. Popcorn?
CMS: Certainly.
JEN: Okay, I'll make the popcorn (hesitates before she hands him the DVD) Do you... know how to use a TV with a built in DVD player or...
CMS: I made an executable file joke today, I'm learning.
JEN: (hesitantly hands DVD over) Okay... you wanna put this in?
CMS: That's what she said.
JEN: (smacks her face, peeks through her fingers) OMG just go put the movie on before I change my mind, dorkass.
CMS: Certainly.
*Jen makes popcorn while CMS crawls up onto the bunk and gets the movie ready. A few minutes later his friend joins him with popcorn and hits play*
The illustrations from my collab fic with Grindylowefic Monster's and Men based in her Jackknifed universe, set after the events of Give In To Me (whew what a mouthful).
This project was actually really interesting to work on because I've written some sad stuff before but THIS... this was a whole new level of misery and darkness. And though this is a one-shot right now, that may change in the future.
