ask game!! 15 and 36?
Thank you for the asks :D
15: last thing I ate was some of my brother's Easter bunny (he shall never know)
36: Do I paint my nails? Yessss normally they're black and pink (the only two colours I have lol)
Legolas: ARAGON WHERE IS MY CONDITIONER I CAN'T FIND MY CONDITIONER ! ARAGON THE HOBBITS ATE MY CONDITIONER HOW DID THEY EVEN MANAGE THAT
Aragon: LeGoLaS wE'rE LiTerAlLy aT bORoMiR's fuNErAl.
I know Elves are canonically just effortlessly beautiful creatures but I think it's funny to imagine Legolas having an extensive skin care and beauty routine that he does every morning to maintain his etheral features and he gets so fussy about it too and Aragorn is just like
a customer was browsing in the bookshop (much to Aziraphale's displeasure) when they overheard the lovely Mr. Fell using a pickup line on his partner?? friend?? with the sunglasses - the classic "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" (except he said it in a far more serious manner than it warranted)
given Sunglasses's...vibes, they were expecting him to say something along the line of "Actually, I clawed my way up from hell" or another equally cheesy phrase
what they weren't prepared for, however, was for Sunglasses to take a shuddering breath and whisper "yeah...yeah, angel, it did."
yeah that's right; below is my idea for the perfect Aziracrow wedding <3
they argue for ages about the venue until they see a news article saying that South Downs in England has officially re-introduced native nightingales into the area
and I mean, after seeing that, could they get married anywhere else?
Crowley in a dress.
a beautiful black lacy dress, complete with tall silver heels (not that he needs the extra height)
Aziraphale has a tartan bowtie, of course
they're both wearing a green carnation pinned to their lapels (Aziraphale got the idea from his dear friend Oscar)
when Aziraphale goes to walk down the aisle, time almost seems to slow down (and maybe it does; who knows?)
he's almost glowing a soft golden colour from the sheer joy
he gives the impression of a sunrise - warm, peaceful, and filled with hope for the coming day
Crowley, on the other hand, looks like a sunset
bold, elegant, and strong, never quiet the same from day to day, but with a hint of pink some nights, splashes of purples and blues on others - the kind of breathtaking view that makes you stop and watch for a while
standing together, they look like they were made for each (which, of course, they were)
not night and day, exactly, nor twilight and dusk, but the gorgeous bursts of colour that paint the earth's skies to celebrate the dawn of a new time and the completion of a finished one
even Gabriel and Beelzebub (who weren't on the list but showed up anyway) had to admit that they looked lovely
behind the archway is a delicate, shining stain glass window that depicts (in the most accurate detail you will ever find) the garden of Eden
if you look very closely, you might spot a couple of black scales amongst the branches of an apple tree, or a gleaming white feather or two
the archway that the couple is standing under is decorated with roses, some of which are colours that any gardening enthusiasts attending are pretty sure don't exist, or at least, haven't been discovered yet
on the left side the roses are a gorgeous, glossy black
on the right side, the roses are a fluffy, sun-catching white
as the roses get closer to the middle of the archway, they form a gradient, from black and white to a very light and a very dark grey
and right in the middle, hanging above the pair when they kiss, the roses are almost the colour of stars on a clear night
yall we all know Crowley would freak out about it for ages
he would have every little detail meticulously planned out months in advance like the romantic he really is
Aziraphale totally knew he was going to propose for ages (Crowley literally left the business pamphlet for the engagement photographer on the bookshop table by accident on two separate occasions)
he spent hours arguing with the ringsmith to make sure that the ring was PERFECT
inscribed on it in looping cursive is the phrase "my world"
one spring morning Aziraphale woke up to find a note next to his pillow that just read 'Angel - Berkeley square. 2:00.'
(Crowley had re-written that note over 30 times, attempts ranging from a page long love letter to two words on a piece of otherwise blank paper.)
Aziraphale, of course, made sure to wear his best outfit for the occasion, seeing as Crowley was probably the least-subtle being in the universe when it came to secret proposal planning.
Crowley's speech was hesitant at first, like he half expected to be turned down, but as he began speaking the words he had prepped and scrapped and written over and over again, his confidence grew until he was able to meet Aziraphale's eyes and see the blazing in his Angel's expression.
In the end, he forgot most of what he had planned to say, and just started saying what he felt was right.
Crowley: We've known each other a long time - we're a group, a team. A team of the two of us. And we've spent our entire existence pretending that we're not...apart from these last few years, which have been the best years of my life...Angel? Make me the happiest demon in the world, which, I know, is basically like asking you to make me the fastest sloth, but I -
Aziraphale: Oh Crowley...oh Crowley, Yes.
Crowley: ...Yes?
Azriaphale: Yes.
FIRSTLY OUR LITTLE PROBLEM ANGEL IS THE INVENTOR OF FRIVOLOUS MIRACLES AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT
using constant miracles to keep those three little wisps of hair perfectly framing his forehead during the french revolution era
repeatedly reheating cups of cocoa (he makes it, sits down all cozy, gets distracted by a book (or Crowley), realises it went cold, reheats it, and the cycle continues)
once reheated it 7 times in a row before accidentally knocking the mug onto the floor
making random little trinkets in the bookshop turn the same yellow as Crowley's eyes <3
getting rid of that little moustache he drew on for his magic act in 1941 (he used a permanent marker)
proceeded to have to use the exact same miracle after drawing on the moustache for his performance at Warlock's eleventh birthday party
adjusting old clothes to still fit him even after a full decade (cough cough the waistcoat from 1941) because they remind him of his favourite things (read: Crowley)
As promised, here's the fic I wrote to celebrate the 35th anniversary of Good omens, for the GO for a picnic theme.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65464063/chapters/168492133
Happy reading, and happy anniversary!
OKAY so in one of my headcannons I mentioned how Aziraphale and Crowley danced in the rain together...
Crowley: "A sudden rainstorm forces them beneath a canopy - they look into each others eyes and realize they were made for each other."
Aziraphale: "People would gather and do some formal dancing and then realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love."
dancing in the rain is literally both of their ideas of falling in love combined T_T
what if Anathema's aura seeing ability was also a really good gaydar
not anathema clocking them immediately omg😭😭
david tennant in a ginger wig
okay so the shortest known battle in the history of the world was 38 minutes long. It took place in 1896, from 9:00am-9:38am
and doesn't that just scream Aziracrow?
hear me out:
Crowley: oh yeah, Angel, hell wants me to tempt some humans into starting another war
Aziraphale: Another one? really? and this soon after the civil war - it feels rather lazy, doesn't it?
Crowley: well, you know those guys, always got quotas to fill. Plus, I'm already on thin ice with downstairs at the present, I'm afraid I can't really get out of this one.
Aziraphale, sighing: I know, I know...I suppose...what do you say to a teeny tiny war?
Crowley: ...just how tiny are we talking?
yall the hyperfixations were hyperfixating so i made this blog about it They/He/She ❤🧡🤍🩷💜🤍💚 #translivesarehumanlives🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵
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